New tires these days are too good. They are the equivalent of having your mommy hold on to the waistband of your pants when you're going down the slide in order to make sure you get to the bottom without a hint of calamity. Isn't a certain amount of out-of-control somewhat necessary for a good ride anymore? That used to be the highlight of the ride back in the day; having your front wheel unexpectedly change direction over a greasy root or your rear wheel begging for traction as it steps sideways in an effort to pass the front while descending a slab of granite.
May 30, 2022, 6:33 p.m. - Mark
New tires these days are too good. They are the equivalent of having your mommy hold on to the waistband of your pants when you're going down the slide in order to make sure you get to the bottom without a hint of calamity. Isn't a certain amount of out-of-control somewhat necessary for a good ride anymore? That used to be the highlight of the ride back in the day; having your front wheel unexpectedly change direction over a greasy root or your rear wheel begging for traction as it steps sideways in an effort to pass the front while descending a slab of granite.