Qsst

Horrific puncture today halfway down Lyndhurst Road. It went 'Qsst' and instantly deflated. Checked the tyre in poor lamp light, replaced tube, felt great. 200m down the road, 'Qsst'.

Walked home the four-ish remaining miles.

My tyre had a rip on the lining and the tube had been bulging out, I reckon. Worst thing was that I rolled through some dog poo so the fix job left a lasting impression.

Not a great evening.

Qsst.