Out on the 'cross bike, clartering down the track of many ruts and rocks and I proper ptong off Something Big.

Enough to clack my teeth and stop the bike at the bottom to spin the front wheel inspecting for deserved buckles and dents, check the tyre for rips and a bulging tumor of inner-tube, and look worryingly at the forks.

Not a thing.

Blimey, I think I got away with that one.

Several hours later at home, sitting in the front room with a post-ride cup of tea and a bun and there's a soft farting noise from round the corner. The front tyre is gently going down as the tube nip from that ptong finally gives way .

Thank you oh gracious Puncture Gods, oh thank you.

Time to offer up a sacrifice of gratitude.


Jo Burt has spent the majority of his life riding bikes, drawing bikes and writing about bikes. When he's not scribbling pictures for the whole gamut of cycling media he writes words about them for road.cc and when he's not doing either of those he's pedaling. Then in whatever spare minutes there are in between he's agonizing over getting his socks, cycling cap and bar-tape to coordinate just so. And is quietly disappointed that yours don't He rides and races road bikes a bit, cyclo-cross bikes a lot and mountainbikes a fair bit too. Would rather be up a mountain.


Fringe [1047 posts] 9 years ago

is that a virgin innertube then?!

Trek Sal [52 posts] 9 years ago

Would it not be shame to waste a virgin on the gods?