Once upon a time, I didn’t have puncture-resistant tyres. I rode to the kingdom of the office one morning without incident. I hadn’t noticed any broken glass vessels by the side of the road. After a busy day with traders and money-lenders, I was looking forward to the quick ride home to the castle this evening. I would have the opportunity to see the Dauphine and Dauphin and read them a story before tucking them into bed. Dinner was already made, not by Cook but by my own hand and was bubbling in the slow-cooking cauldron. I was looking forward to a glass of red with the King and a chat about the days events. I mounted my trusty steed and pedalled towards the exit ramp. But something felt strange. My balance was off and braking impaired.
I looked down and saw that the front tyre was completely flat. Somehow, I managed to struggle up the last part of the steep exit ramp. I was aghast. And I didn’t have a spare inner-tube or steed pump with me. I stood on the footpath defeated by a small rubber tube. I wished for a magic carpet to whisk us home. A moment later, I thought secondarily of a handsome prince bearing spare inner-tube, tyre levers, pump and baby wipes for the inevitable grease. Instead, I sighed and rang the King, who was fortunately home with the Dauphine and Dauphin, and yelped that I had a flat tyre and would be late. He could only expressed his sorrow at the flat. What else could he do?
I walked home in heels while he put them to bed. My usual commute to the castle takes fifteen minutes. I was at the castle gates in forty minutes and my feet hurt. This experience was enough to convince me to have puncture-resistant tyres installed.
While they are heavier and more expensive, the likelihood of getting a flat has been reduced, if not eliminated. As a result, I still don’t carry spares with me while commuting. The tyre has an extra layer between it and the inner tube which prevents it from deflating. I haven’t had a flat tyre, yet, despite all the smashed glass vessels that I have begun to notice on the roads since that fateful evening.
Consequently, I have only had myself to blame for being late to greet the Dauphine and Dauphin but they always forgive me (and so has our nanny).
Today’s ensemble: Tahari dress, Geox heels, Dior sunglasses, Cartier Santos, Linus Eleanor handbag, eZee Sprint, Yakkay helmet, Swarovski earrings, Schwalbe puncture-resistant tyres.