When you tread on the first one the brain automatically believes it is the only one right? Wrong.[bigsad]
Then you find that you have stepped into a WW2 North Sea Minefield so you keep running like buggery hoping the last one was the last one.
But no, you have got yourself right in the middle of the patch by this time so how do you get your daft mate who already has a flat tyre on his treadly to ride into the rescue & donkey you out?
You just do, reminding him of the many times you have done the same for him at great expense. Next stop is the Bike Shop to buy a couple of new tubes. Bloody Caltrop!

