Bikes are great aren’t they? You don’t need a ticket or to wait for one that’s going in your direction to come along, you just jump on one, pedal like mad and, as if by magic, you arrive at your destination. They’re blooming marvelous – that is until they go wrong.

It was going to happen sooner or later – bumping along London’s shoddy roads on my road bike with its narrow wheels, I was going to get a puncture eventually. In fact I got two at once thanks to a crater in the road by Finsbury Park.

I knew what was going to happen before I even hit the hole but, with it being so wide and with traffic all around me, I had no alternative but to pedal through it and hope. I rolled to a stop and dismounted to see two rather sad looking tires. I pushed my bike half a mile up the hill to my destination and looked up the nearest bike shop.

With a couple of triathlons coming up this summer as well as one (or maybe two) 100+ mile bike rides, it seemed sensible to learn how to change an inner tube myself rather than call in the cycling equivalent of the AA. If an AA for cyclists doesn’t already exist, it should!

Inner tubes and tire levers procured and several Youtube demos on how to change a tube later (this one by Evans is quite good) I was ready. The first tire was a bit of a pain to get off the rim, and then even more problematic to get back on again. I struggled with it for about 20 minutes before realising I was doing it wrong.

Wheel number two (the back wheel) was more difficult to get off the bike (quick release my arse). Once off though, I was almost a pro at changing the actual inner tube. I still have a way to go to be as quick as Chrissie Wellington in this, as well as other fields. But I’m getting there.

Buoyed by my new cycling skills it was time to do something that I’ve been putting off since last year – mastering the cleats. I put my cycling shoes in my rucksack and cycled to the relative safety of Victoria Park before putting them on and becoming, quite literally, one with the bike. Four laps of the park and a cycle home clocked up 15 miles clipped-in without falling off. It was time to hit the streets.

On the Bank Holiday Monday I did a marathon on my bike – 26 miles round London with a pizza and beer pitstop at Crate Brewery at mile 20. This was the third thing I learnt about cycling over the Easter weekend – the benefit of cycling over running or swimming is that you can make these types of pitstops without being sick. Well, depending on how much beer you stop for. But then you can always call the cycling AA of a different kind.