First day on the road after the overhaul - puncture on the way home. Karma biting me on the arse.
When I changed the tube, I managed to completely wreck the old one as I extracted it. Cursing my useless front tyre, I went to my box of bike stuff in the shed to see if I had another tube. As I am searching through my bike box, I find two brand new tyres still in their packaging. I bought them online last year, packed them away and promptly forgot about them. It was too late to do a full tyre swap, so I took one out and left it where I would find it the next day - and remember to replace it.
Next day - another puncture. Dammit.
That gave me added incentive to ditch the old tyre.
So I removed and binned the old tyre, and then went through the horrors of putting a fresh tyre on. I use kevlar reinforced commuting tyres, so they are as stiff as Hugh Hefner when he was young. They are an almighty bastard to get onto the rim. As I was doing so, I caught the tube between rim and tyre and sliced two fresh holes in it.
Dammit. Take tyre off again, swap tube.
Tube refuses to inflate - it has been patched several times, and one of the patches has come off.
Dammit. Take tube out and fix it as well as the one I just sliced through.
Sliced through tube refuses to be repaired - into the bin with it as well.
I finally get the other tube fixed and back in the tyre. The tyre inflates and stays that way.
Next morning, when I go to get the bike, the tyre is flat again - slow leak obviously. Pump tyre up and go to work.
So now I have to buy yet another tube and swap that out this weekend. Dammit, dammit, dammit.