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.

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