Last night while cycling home from the part-time job, I punctured. As I was on the cricket green in Mitcham, I was not looking forward to the walk back to Croydon in the growing dark.
As I was texting my wife, telling her I was going to be late, a man walking his dog strolled past. "A puncture?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Is that a 700?"
My ears pricked up at that.
"Yeeesss..."
"I've got a tube for you - my house is just around the corner."
So I ended up wheeling my Trek into this gentleman's back garden, replacing the tube in record time (for me! ) and chatting about the Addiscombe.
So anytime you run across Jim Walsh or any of his mates with the Redmon, give him a smile and a wave! (And a tube!)
DB