In the last week or so, autumn hasn’t just arrived, it’s taken its boots off and got itself comfortable, ready to stay awhile. This morning I was treated to a display of mist, first clearing and then reassembling to wipe out the valley below, before the sun finally burned through, and the wind has an edge to it didn’t have even a couple of days ago. The swallows are assembling for the off, the leaves are gradually turning, the nights are drawing in, and farmers everywhere have woken up and thought ‘today looks like an excellent day to go hedgecutting.’
For cyclists, this means only one thing: bastard big thorns. Indeed, on Saturday, as we were preparing to meet the others for my anniversaire, Back on my Bike discovered that she had fallen victim to the hedge trimmings scattering the road outside town. As she efficiently sorted that out, I had a quick look at my own bike and discovered I too had picked up a thorn, which was thoroughly embedded in my front tyre.
This leaves me with something of a dilemma. On the one hand, a thorn in a tyre is bad news and tends to be detrimental to its airtightness. On the other hand, taking off a newish Marathon Plus just as a precaution seems to miss the point of having puncture resistant tyres as they’re a giant pain in the neck to get on and off, and I’ve now ridden at least 80 miles in the tyre-plus-thorn combo with no apparent loss of air pressure. Back on the original hand, however, simply ignoring what is likely to be an imminent puncture seems likely to come back and haunt me, probably at the furthest point from civilisation, well out of mobile signal range, and on a day when the wind is blowing the rain sideways in all directions, and I’ll have nobody to blame but myself.
So far I’ve done the obvious thing, which is to ignore it and hope it goes away while offering up obeisance to the P****** Fairy to turn aside her wrath (this may have worked too well, as it was someone else who got the second puncture during Saturday’s festivities). I suppose I could at least put my pump back in my bag and purchase a spare inner tube, for when the inevitable comes. Because now that hedgecutting season is in full swing, a flat is really only a matter of time, whatever the current thorn in my tyre decides to do.