8.10. High Mathernock, just up from Chapel Farm I take a bad nip on my rear tyre. One earphone was functional so I had no problem hearing the hiss.
Turned over, I read and then squirted, spinning the wheel for distribution purposes as instructed.
Pump, pump, pump. Bubble, hiss – the tyre continued to leak. Tyre still spongy.
How long should I wait?
Time was marching so I decided to replace the inner tube. Oh, oh!
Sealant leaked from the valve as I attempted to depress the nozzle; like squirty cream, it inflated and cloud-like began to morph and rotate around my ungloved hand.
And then it stopped.
Half deflated, it remained too bloated to safely remove whilst maintaing the tyre. Mmmm.
By this time I was resigned to riding upon a rear sponge, while stopping occasionally to pump, pump, pump!
But somehow – at the foot of Devol Road – the inflation … worked!
I bumped and shuddered over the rocky descent and clipped into the cycle track, passing the adequately-sized logs left by the tree felling team.
A cuppa was certainly needed…