You are riding on a picturesque country road on your bicycle with the wind in your hair and birds singing in the nearby trees, and you are about to reach a Zen-like state of rapture when you start noticing your rear wheel. It seems to be bumping on the ground. Gradually, you realize that you have a flat.
You stop your bike and pump in some more air, but it doesn't work. Then you realize that you don't have a patch kit, so you begin walking towards the nearest phone. After hours of trying to find a phone or to get someone to let you use a phone, you figure that you have to walk for only another half hour to reach your home, when a cold, hard rain begins.
You vow that you will never make that mistake again.
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