So it's exam week here, so I've been working hard (really!). Hadn't ridden since Sunday - I'd banned myself from the bike in order to get some work done.
So there I was revising for my two exams the next day at around 3pm, with the knowledge that I had a badminton match to play at 7pm, and I got a phone call. A mate had his tyre blown out in the middle of nowhere, and needed someone to come out and save him.
So of course I'm not going to leave him stranded, and put my kit on, and rode out to where he said he was with a tyre in a figure of 8 on my back, proper old school like. Rode out 13 miles to find he wasn't there. Called him up again, and he'd told me the wrong place. So had to ride another 7 miles to get to where he really was. It was starting to get dark at this point, and very cold. I had planned it so we'd get back just before it got dark, so only had rear lights, and enough layers for me to ride fast without overheating. I realised pretty quickly when he wasn't where he said he was that that was a mistake. Lights and a spare layer next time..
So finally found him after 20 miles, (should have only had to ride about 7 miles to get to him), and we got the tyre on. Unfortunately he didn't get it seated right and we had to stop a little while later so we could do it again.
So we finally got going, chain ganging it down main roads at night, trying to get back home as quick as possible. We eventually turned off the main roads to come back into the city a slightly more quiet way, although country lanes in the pitch black is not that fun.
Ended up back home at 5:45pm, cold and tired, having ridden about 35 miles (instead of about 15..). Got some food in me, and made my match. And my two exams the next day.
Wondering if this karma thing really will balance its self out, I could do with something nice about now. However I'm pretty sure unplanned rescue miles count triple with regards to training. And it was a lovely evening 
