I love my bike

I was going to cycle out to see my mother, but as I rode out to get some flowers it seemed that the back tyre was going soft. I checked and it was fine. A few yards later (Interesting; I would always measure in metres, but the idiom is yards) the back brake started binding. Argh! I don’t have a soft back tyre, I have a collapsing back wheel.

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