The only times these tyres have left my bike is to swap over their inner tube.
Usually takes 2 mins. We both hold our breath, I slip her shoes off, change her socks and squeeze her shoes back on.
This is the third inner tube she’s been through this month. So like a parent of a kid constantly blowing the toes outa his socks, I’ve gotta question the size of his shoes.
This week we’re taking the step from 700 – 23 to 700 – 25 hybrids. It’s a big step, but necessary.
She’s had these tyres through ever up and down, break up and break down since I moved to Oxford.
I’m sad, it’s a sad day