Doh!
What an utterl newb. The last three summer trips to Aviemore we barely saw a midge. We’d been congratulating ourselves on finding this hitherto unknown Eutopia that was just like our beloved West Coast, but with better weather and no midgies.
Oh my **** God how wrong we were. I did OK on the spares front. Packed 7 spare inner tubes for the two non tubeless bikes and thought we’d be OK even on the square cut rocks of Cairn Gorm…
6 hours later, midway down the coire an lochain path, 3 punctures already, no wind whatsoever and a damp drizzle…
Never endured anything like it. Was just insane. Each puncture gathered more midgies than the last one.
A couple of lovely ramblers took pity and gave us a bit of deet but still didn’t stop them getting in the eyes and mouth and everything.
After the third puncture I told the wean he really had to rein it in again, but then his brother got one. Time to find out if the new bike was indeed set up tubeless. I asked the missus to leave me the four remaining inner tubes and sent them off ahead to try and shelter in the van. The biggun happily ride off on my beloved Occam with its brand new carbon wheels. Eek. And left me with his medium Anthem.
Anyway, it was indeed tubeless, so I emptied a mini bottle of Stans in and span and pumped and span and pumped. And got eaten to ****.
Then discovered that the rim was dinged to buggeridge and so it wasn’t holding air. So I emptied the gunk back out, stuffed a tube in and minced my way down the rest of the path. Back at the van it transpired that the wean had indeed punctured again, and so had just walked the last bit.