Plunk plunk fizz.
What you looking’ at. . . . .whuboff!!
Fllthunk fllthunk fllthunk.
All the above are the sounds of failure. However, only that last is the sound of a puncture. A puncture on the rear wheel of my mountain bike. A puncture on the rear wheel of my mountain bike when I’m 5 miles away from home.
It was early, half seven to be precise. We set out on our thrice weekly ‘before work’ cycle. We got to where we usually do and decided to go further as we were making good time. About another half mile down the canal and the muffled fllthunk of a slowly deflating tyre started getting louder. Minutes later, I was facing whence I came and pushing.
Moral of the story; pushing your luck, inevitably leads, to just pushing.