Soccer World Cup MANIA has invaded the Sunshine Coast, so I decide to take the bike to go grocery shopping. At the end of a steep downhill section (going almost 60 km/h), I hear a very strange loud voice from my rear wheel. I slow down and what do I see? A flat tire.
I almost had become convinced that my tires were super-duper-puncture-proof, so I had not even bothered to take my tire repair kit with me. STUPID ! Fortunately Denise came to my rescue and transported me and the crippled bike back to base. THANK YOU Denise !!
My first stop is a Canadian Tire store to buy a vulcanizing kit for patching the old inner tube. After a friendly store clerk has directed me towards the back of the store where they keep the kits, a rule-following clerk points out to me: "Sir, You must leave your backpack at the front." 'No'. "It is store policy" 'Feel free to follow me around' "If you would like to do additional shopping, you MUST leave your backpack in the front" 'I don't trust you with my backpack'. Anyway, I have what I came for and decide to cycle to Davis Bay to get away from the little meany grey people.
And a good choice that was ;-)
|Anyone who has seen the pictures of France knows that I have no choice in situations like this ;-)|
|The view from my temporary island|
|When the tide comes in, it does so rather quickly; my island is sinking !|