So I'm hurtling up and down the SVT last night on a jaunt to Hayfield and I get the distinct impression that things are somewhat of a drag. I put it down to the mud, cold and a lack of tea before venturing out and decide to carry on. So imagine my disgust when I get all the way back to Hazel "Nobbin" Grove to discover I've got two slowies. A quick wristfull in both tubes sped things up and got me through the next few miles.
When I get the tyres off at home I discover one small prick and three holes! Instead of snuggling up I now had half an hour or so of fumbling under the rim, sticky fingers, vulcanised rubber and some frantic pumping.
gggrrrr
I have a disturbing mental image now. Can someone pass the Mind Bleach please>
