Sounds easy enough, when you write it down like that. But for me, a man who is dyspraxic to the point of being barely able to use a pair of scissors, it is an agony of struggling and cursing and giving-up-in-a-huffs.
Sometimes I can do it in ten minutes, but on this bike, a bike with a really deep rim, it took a half hour of jamming tire levers in to even the tiniest section of tire free, and then once you've out the new inner tube in, you then have to get the blasted thing back in place, AND then put the wheel back on the frame which will always mean a nice pair of oily hands from having to fiddle with the derailleur.
Don't mention trying to fit a new bell with a multi-tool screwdriver. That was a bloody faff as well.
|The noble steed|
|From Coddington village|
|Down Beacon Hill|
I have been running today, but it was a slow one. This little cricket bruise didn't help.
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