Rigging the bullet cam

 We dragged ourselves out of bed early on Friday morning. I finished packing whilst Candy showered. My plan was to ride to the bike shop drop it off and then get into work nice and early to give me time to get away for the train.

This was not to be.

In the hall we found that one of Candy’s tyres had gone flat. This was bad news indeed – I knew I had a slow puncture last time I used my fat tyres and had pulled out an evil thorn in the process of refitting tyres the night before, but we had expected no such problem from Candy’s tyres. A brief check showed that there was a similar thorn to the one I had found, I wrenched it out with pliers but found that it had punctured the inner tube just in the corner of two of the faint manufacturing ridges. Given the time pressure and the uncertainty of fixing a hole in such an awkward position I ditched the tube and pulled out our only remaining spare in the right size. From discovery of the problem to a solution took under ten minutes. I picked up my own bike and to my horror discovered that the tube I had repaired the night before had gone flat again. This was not a good sign. Two punctures from four wheels before we'd even left the house was bad bad luck. Candy had to go and I was left to find out what was wrong and fix it. I checked the inside of the tyre again – even more carefully than the previous evening but could find nothing.  Neither could I find any obvious hole in the tube – it had to go into the sink. I finally found the issue it was a tiny puncture that only became visible when I put a fair old bit of pressure into the tube and even then the air was slow. Fortunately it was an easy fix but having already used my only spare I took the time to be sure it worked. I finally got out of the house shortly after nine.