Just when I wanted to ride fast Bike would not cooperate. Back wheel clearly had problems and so I stopped and there was my first puncture. Not great timing. The police truck had just pulled me over and warned of possible bandits so I should reach the next city, 30km away, by nightfall. And now there were plenty of local kids who had spotted the strickened stranger and were coming to investigate.
Nothing for it, the problem must be fixed. So I approached it with energy, keeping a close eye on my scattered belongings as the crowd watched. Things seemed to work as planned, the wheel came off and then the tyre. Spare inner tube was located and reconstruction began, although my hands were shaking a little with nerves and haste.
But a man politely pointed out how the new tube may get crimped by the tyre. We addressed the problem and then he began pumping in the air. A boy brought some Fairy Liquid and water to wash my greasy hands. They were there to help and were as pleased as I was when I could once more resume my dash for Tarbulus. Did they also think that it better for me not to sleep around there?
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