She was almost certain that it hadn't had a little saddlebag with a puncture repair kit when she set out.
She went this way and that over what to take, and packed and repacked the saddlebag and rucksack I had got hold of for her.
John strapped on his saddlebag to secure it to the rack, and after we duct-taped his scarred visor back to the helmet, he said he was ready to ride.
