A bicycle tyre that I had to use a seven-inch tyre lever, a pair of needle-nosed pliers and a hammer to fix, and, even after deploying this plethora of tools to get it off the wheel and insert a fresh inner tube, I found myself powerless to get the tyre properly seated back on the rim of the wheel.
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
A quart in a pint pot won't go
I got up this morning with the best of intentions, but accidentally spent half an hour reading flim-flam on the internet when I should have been wrestling with a bicycle tyre.
A bicycle tyre that I had to use a seven-inch tyre lever, a pair of needle-nosed pliers and a hammer to fix, and, even after deploying this plethora of tools to get it off the wheel and insert a fresh inner tube, I found myself powerless to get the tyre properly seated back on the rim of the wheel.
A bicycle tyre that I had to use a seven-inch tyre lever, a pair of needle-nosed pliers and a hammer to fix, and, even after deploying this plethora of tools to get it off the wheel and insert a fresh inner tube, I found myself powerless to get the tyre properly seated back on the rim of the wheel.