Pump

The little wheels on the bike mean that none of the five or so modern pumps in the house would work, so out came the old-fashioned one.  It did a bit, but then clapped out when the no-longer-soft washer kept coming off.  

We were at a party last night with people younger than that pump.  I think it was 28 years old.  It probably also cost five times as much as the £4 one I bought in Halford's on the way to the beach, where the scooting came on leaps and bounds, possibly helped by the new helmet.