Or is not having a decent tubular tire gluing system considered luck? Either way, I’ve rolled a bunch of tires lately. They’ve all cost me decent races. Fortunately, passing people is fun and all of these ’cross weekends are doubleheaders, so there’s always time to make up for a, er, header… I need to get that sorted…
The right coast
I heart New England in the fall. The weather is perfect, but foliage is popping, prompting a good energy as everyone packs in as much as they can before it’s arctic. And there’s fresh deer meat all around, almost really fresh at the Craig household if I hadn’t pulled into the driveway just as Harvey was about to pop a buck in the hayfield.