Done before the gun

I was really disappointed. It was bound to happen one day. Warming up on my bike before last Sunday's Breath of Life Triathlon, I heard the dreadful hiss from my rear wheel. Not to worry, I'll use my trusty PitStop.
Well the PitStop shot out of the hole like a piece of silly string and the leak continued unabated. Without a spare sewup my race was done before the gun. A little bummed, I was back home by 7:30 am. Ellen barely knew I was gone.