Bad call turned into The Call
I was heading to a store about 15 km away from home today. I took my winter ride, but swapped out the studs for regular touring wheels due to the dry conditions. Not half a km from the house at a light I realized I didn't have my under-the-saddle bag with my tools, tubes, patches, etc. What are the odds that I'll need it, I asked myself. So instead of turning back to get it I went on. Well, what do you know, the odds were 100%, just 10 km later. So I had to make that dreaded Honey-can-you-pick-me-up call. My first one.
Why don't I have a kit attached to the bike at all times? Good question. I will in the future.
Lesson learned, I suppose, if there is a lesson to be learned here.