So, I was out cycling this evening. I decided to take my bike up to Someries Castle because I’ve driven past the brown sign pointing at it on my way to work every day for the last two years and I was curious to see what, exactly, was there. The answer is not very much but I digress. The castle is on some land next to a farm and the track that approaches it is very rough. I picked up a puncture there. It was a big one and I couldn’t get enough air into the tyre with my hand pump to get myself home. Of course I stupidly didn’t have any spare tubes or a puncture repair kit on me so I faced a five mile walk on Cycle Route 6 to get home.
Just under two miles into my walk, another cyclist passed me. He asked me if I was OK and I asked him if he had a puncture repair kit on him. He said no but that his house was just around the corner. He said that he had one there and that I was welcome to repair my bike at his home. I got to his garage and he offered me a spare tube and refused payment for it. He lent me some tyre levers and a pump and we had a brief chat with me about the area, the cycle track between Luton and Harpenden and how we use our bikes.
I thanked him profusely when I finished fixing my bike but I’d like to do so again publicly so to the very nice man who helped me when I needed it: THANK YOU.
The lessons that I’m going to take from this are as follows:
- Carry a puncture repair kit or spare tubes with you. Some CO2 tubes are a good idea too. Walking miles home pushing a bike is no fun.
- Help people who need it. I intend to carry this man’s kindness forwards; if I ever come across a fellow cyclist in distress I will help them in the same way he helped me.
I’m not going to be trite and say that this restored my faith in humanity or something cheesy like that but it was good to see that there are some decent people out there who will help you for the sake of helping you.