I went out for a 5 hour/40 mile sesh in the Chilterns accompanied by two veteran roadies with a would-like-to-have-a-go-at-MTB-so-we’ve-just-dropped-a-grand-each-on-a-XC-hardtail type approach.
The weather was not particularly pleasant, to wit, we all wore some kind of lightweight waterproof top. I, however, was the only one wearing a backpack (A Mule). This didn’t go unnoticed, and both roadies expressed the common sense of carrying all you need in a saddle bag and pump on frame.
My first opportunity to dish out humble pie came when the sun came out, somewhere high and deep in the muddy backwoods of Ibstone (quite hilly and not the most populous place). A couple of hours of up and downhill through leaves and mud had caused a bit of a sweat on. I took my jacket off and strapped it to the cargo net of my mule. Quite sheepishly, they asked if they could do the same and share carrying the pack. Ho Ho.
The second opportunity, 4 pinch flats across the roadie’s two bikes. All unrepairable.
That used their two spare inner tubes, my spare inner tube – but luckily, I still had an old “repairable” flat lounging around in the bottom of my pack.
3rd opportunity – multiple refills of waterbottles from my 3L bag.
Camelbak saves the day.
‘Ave It!!