Originally Posted by rnorris

My slowest flat fix was nearly an hour. Winter night with thick fog and temps below freezing, no lights except my headlamp. Trying to work a stiff tire bead back over the rim with numb fingers was no fun at all.

Like many here, I've stopped to help newbie cyclists with flat tires and thrown chains. My strangest rescue while out on a bike ride was a radio controlled kit plane that was caught about 30 feet up in an alder tree; stopped to help the group of teenagers and adults who were hopelessly gawking up at it. Years ago, any of the kids would have been up that tree without a second thought, but I guess kids don't climb trees anymore. I had it down in a few minutes.