Not my day today....
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Garlick said:
In the mood for a ride, so I get layered up and head off.
3 miles from home I have a blow out, stopped and fixed it. 6 miles in and the other one pops.
Now sitting at the side of the road waiting for the mrs with the car
Stupid question I'm sure, but did you have enough air in your tyres? Pretty much every puncture I've had has been a pinch from hitting a pothole with insufficient air. 3 miles from home I have a blow out, stopped and fixed it. 6 miles in and the other one pops.
Now sitting at the side of the road waiting for the mrs with the car

That, or start riding out into the country rather than tarting it up around central london

When on my usual weekend club ride this morning, one of the guys had a puncture. We patched it then about 10 mins later he had another. We originally thought it was the valve, or the original patch having failed but then we discovered the schoolboy error - the thorn that had caused the original puncture was still in the bloody tyre.


Garlick said:
I haven't actually 
My Trek 1.5 came with what can only be described rock hard riding, but paper thin tyres from my LBS. I got punctures repeatedly..
I upgraded to some Bontrager RXL All Weather tyres and not only did the puncture problem vanish I found the quality of the ride substantially better. Well worth looking into!

Engineer1 said:
The f
ker is getting the tyre back up to pressure so 50psi ish for MTB and 100+ for the roadie, with some tiny little pump. Are the CO2 canister inflaters any good?
They are, but only for one or two uses. I stick with my mini blackburn pump, it gets to a good pressure to get to where I need to be eventually.
ker is getting the tyre back up to pressure so 50psi ish for MTB and 100+ for the roadie, with some tiny little pump. Are the CO2 canister inflaters any good? My favorite ever "puncture" moment was cycling home at about 3am on new years day, after 14 hours of work, and crossing Waterloo Bridge. The city was looking lovely, the lights were glistening off of the thames, and the road, all was at peace. Then I realised that it hadn't been raining, and the raod really shouldn't be glistening. Then I heard Hissing. Then I realised that about 20,000 revellers watching fireworks had each dropped a glass bottle about 3 hours earlier, literally coating the road with glass shards. I slowed down and stopped just in time to realise that one hissing tyre had become two, and I had only one inner tube on me.
A couple of miles from my destination, cold, stone cold sober and with no public transport running, I had to carry my bike, to numerous shouts from the great unwashed "You've got that the wrong way round mate!".
I now carry two inner tubes.
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