Ever Had One Of Those Days?
On Sunday I awoke from a short night’s sleep nursing a headache that I’d paid for. I’m not one to complain about hangovers so I won’t: I’ve got better things to moan about today.
We went to Mass on Sunday morning. It was parade day so off we went, and I even got mentioned (briefly) in the sermon. It’s not a good thing. The Vicar mentioned me because he needed an example of somebody he didn’t know in the Church! At this point I should point out that I’m not actually C of E: I should really be in the Church on the other side of the road. Anyway, my point is that a little Sunday Worship should really stand you in good stead for a good day, shouldn’t it?
When we were at Gisburn the other weekend, I noticed that my tool pouch wasn’t on my bike. I’d assumed that it was either in the shed or the car, but yesterday I checked and no; it was missing. This is an important detail. I made a mental note to buy a new one this week, before my son and I headed out for a quick ride before tea.
We’d got about 3 miles. We were talking about how good the new surface on the canal towpath was. It’s a combination of bitumen and pea gravel. Some of the pea gravel has been split by the whacker (Technical Term: A “whacker” is a pneumatic device for squashing aggregate surfacing into place), leaving a number of fine rock shards. You know what happens next don’t you?
Yep. That unmistakable sound. “pffffffftt!“, followed by “Dad, you’ve got a flat.” Bugger.
Well, not quite. At that moment, the rain subsided (did I mention that it had started raining as we’d set out? No? Well, it flippin’ had), the sun shone through and we were treated to a gorgeous rainbow as I grumpily dismounted and knelt down to extract the stone shard from my Racing Ralph. This rainbow stopped me losing my rag, in addition to the puncture repair kit I’d already lost.
We resolved to walk it up to Hollingworth Lake for a cuppa, make a phone call and await our fair rescuers. So that’s what we did. I have to be brutally honest and say that it was nice to get out, clear the cobwebs and have an experience with my son.
A few minutes before the puncture.
Bah. Pfffftt. Stop.
Sometimes a forced stop is just so you can enjoy the view.
The view and the tea calmed me down.
I didn’t even mention the random guy with the “Always Rejoicing” badge who emerged from the pub at Hollingworth Lake to hug me, tell that he loved me and comment on my pot belly, did I? Well, I’m not going to mention him, other than to say I wasn’t rejoicing with him, as I pushed my bike towards my tea and rescue stop. The random, drunken, joyful idiot.
Anyone know which multi-tool and puncture kit I should buy? It must have tools for a day’s trail riding and be small enough to strap to my headset. Suggestions welcome. 🙂