Sunday, 1 May 2011

The.little b*#$€%d that spoiled the day

Nige having a day off the bike today, so me & Steve off on a bit of a tour of Skye. First up is over to Portree and then North towards Staffin, past the Old Man of Storr and stopping at various viewpoints overlooking the Sound of Raasay. The waters like glass and we think we might have spotted a whale (or a very small part of it). A black arch in a disturbance of the water, which repeated itself every couple of hundred meters.





Stopped at the Kilt Rock viewpoint, but soon moved on as it was jammed packed with those little highland tour minibuses that had japanese tourists jumping in and out of them.
At Staffin we head west to Uig over the Quirang, then follow the road around to Dunvegan. For the best views of the castle carry on past the castle entrance and follow the single track road North - plenty of places to stop and look back.

That is what we did , and it's where I discovered the sliver of bone that found it's way into my back tyre through the thickest part of the tread. Admittedly I must have picked it up before then as the bike had felt loose at the back earlier on but I had put that down to gravel.





Although I carry a tubeless tyre puncture repair kit - the Rema type - I've always looked at it and thought to myself 'I hope I don't have to use that it anger'. Well f**k me, three or four miles up a single track road in the most Northerly part of Skye I get my chance and it's like a rehearsal for Billy Smarts Circus. I manage to rip 2 out of the 3 plugs that I have as I haven't reamed the hole out big enough and end up sticking the bone sliver back in the hole smothered in rubber cement to get us back to the B&B, stopping every 8 miles ot so to bang a CO2 cartridge in when the tyre went flat. Four CO2 cartridges later and we're pulling into the B&B just as Nige is pulling out. Nige has got some more plugs and rubber jollop, Johnny at the B&B has an air compressor and I finally give it one more go and get a plug in which seals.
With that it's a walk down to the Stein Inn for the rest of the day to drown my sorrows.

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