The truth is, perhaps I’d become a bit complacent, a bit too relaxed. You see, I hadn’t had a puncture in a long time, maybe two years, and stopped considering it as a possibility. I ride on the road, mainly, and don’t use tubeless, relying instead on tyres in good condition and the kind of luck that perhaps I could have bottled and sold. Not that my luck extends much beyond my tyres.
I’d been that person saying quite loudly how I never got punctures anymore, laughing in the face of fortune. Touch wood? No thanks. Well, fortune’s wheel span against me last week.
