You are reading a single comment by @andyp and its replies.
Click here to read the full conversation.
London Fixed Gear and Single-Speed is a community of predominantly fixed gear and single-speed cyclists in and around London, UK.
This site is supported almost exclusively by donations. Please consider donating a small amount regularly.
@andyp
Oof, tough ask. So many, some at such inopportune times.
One that does spring to mind, occured in the summer of 1991. As a recent graduate and proud owner of a shiny new road bike, I set out on a hilly ride in the North Wessex Downs on a beautiful sunny day, with the temperature in the low 20s and a gentle southerly breeze that cooled you nicely on the ascents.
After 20 minutes or so I'd left the highest village in Hampshire, Ashmansworth, passing the excellent, but now sadly closed, pub of The Plough and headed due west, although even today in my mind it's south, towards Faccombe. I climbed the steep hill into Faccombe and was just pondering the next turn, when disaster struck.I'd missed an errant flint in the road and hit it first with my front tyre, then with the rear and BANG, both tyres deflated almost instaneously. The bastard flint had sliced both sidewalls open. I had a solitary innertube and no tyre boots so had to find the phone box in Faccombe (just opposite the Jack Russell pub for those that may need it) and call my mum to ask her to come and pick me up.