I’m not going to wax forth with commentary about certain celebrities and their trials. I grow weary of being asked what I think. I don’t need to add my opinion to cacophonous blather. OMG.
No, today’s crankiness has to do with shopping for spare parts for my road bike. I needed to get a spare tire for my upcoming brevet attempts. There’s no SAG in randonneuring, so it’s prudent to carry certain spares/replacements. I decided that should include a folding tire in case I get damage that can’t be fixed with a boot.
So I venture forth to local bike shops in search of a folding 700c x 32 tire. I finally found one at the third store I visited. All stupid 700c x 23 racing tires. Those ridiculously narrow, thin, flat prone imitations of real tires. Well, and a few of their 25 first cousins. Meh. Unfortunately, I wasn’t near my favorite LBS (a REAL bike shop). I know they stock folding 32s.
I’m really starting to hate racing’s influence on real cycling.