‘big wheel keeps on turning’ 3rd puncture, second new inner tube in about a week… and i haven’t even got to seaford and back
bike punctures are like buses (or not like buses!), none for a year, then all at once
time to wield spoons, disembowel and rummage around midst its rubbery guts… the foghorns are a calling, that whale song bellow
looking at pic, could probs do with scrubbing my derailleur too… not a euphemism
curiously, on the rare occasions i do anything practical, involving a toolbox, like putting up a blind, bashing a screw with a hammer (yeah i got this!) i always feel like i am impersonating dad..
a strangely comforting mimicry, sure one day Finn will be cheerfully mirroring me