There is a specific kind of frustration reserved for the moment you realise your tyre is flat while you are miles from home. In the UK, our roads are notoriously unforgiving, and whether it is a stray thorn in a country lane or a bit of glass on a city commute, a puncture is an…
here is a specific, sinking feeling that every British cyclist knows well. You’re halfway through a glorious Sunday ride in the Cotswolds, or perhaps battling the morning rush hour in Manchester, when you hear it: the rhythmic pst-pst-pst of escaping air, followed by the dreaded squelch of a flat tyre. A puncture isn’t just an…
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