Well, it had to happen eventually. After one thousand, one hundred and thirty something miles, I had a puncture.
What kind of hardcore terrain did this, I hear you ask. Was it some kind of hardy alpine plant with vicious thorns? Or perhaps a nasty bit of jagged Jura rock?
Errr…. No. I somehow managed to catch the back tyre awkwardly against a curb leaving a small town.
Boing. Psssssfffffttttt… Bugger.