I remember being on a ride with some relative strangers, on a very cold and wet day, and it was the kind of ride where people are riding so hard, they don't bother wearing too many layers.
I was about the 4th person to puncture, and I ended up getting 2 - the second one was genuinely bad luck rather than my error. Everyone was freezing and resented stopping, but I had no fucking idea where we were, and was already having difficulties navigating due to tiredness.
While I was fixing the puncture, as quick as I could with numb hands and an ice cold alu rim, I started getting well paranoid. They were all staring at me like they wanted to kill me, and one of them was 'fondling' his multi-tool with the knife blade extended; though I was more concerned about them ritually clubbing me to death with frame pumps.
No-one said anything for the rest of the ride, and I didn't bother doing the teastop/chit-chat at the end...
I remember being on a ride with some relative strangers, on a very cold and wet day, and it was the kind of ride where people are riding so hard, they don't bother wearing too many layers.
I was about the 4th person to puncture, and I ended up getting 2 - the second one was genuinely bad luck rather than my error. Everyone was freezing and resented stopping, but I had no fucking idea where we were, and was already having difficulties navigating due to tiredness.
While I was fixing the puncture, as quick as I could with numb hands and an ice cold alu rim, I started getting well paranoid. They were all staring at me like they wanted to kill me, and one of them was 'fondling' his multi-tool with the knife blade extended; though I was more concerned about them ritually clubbing me to death with frame pumps.
No-one said anything for the rest of the ride, and I didn't bother doing the teastop/chit-chat at the end...