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.