I was riding from Surry Hills to Rozelle, racing to meet Polly, when I noticed my tyre was a bit soft. Within a few seconds I could feel the rims.
I got off and started to walk across to Anzac Bridge when a guy – his name is Richard – saw me and asked if everything was ok. Did I have a spare tube? No. Tools? No. Pump? No.
No worries, he said. And pulled me to the side and proceeded to pull off my tyre, check for the culprit (a glass shard), replace my tube with one of his and hand pump it back up.
And then wouldn’t even take money for the tube.