Fall is one thing. No, it isn't golden Aspen leaves. It isn't sitting by the fire and roasting marshmellows. Cleaning your house while it's raining does not constitute fall, either. Nope, it is muddy tires.
I'm talking about the type of muddy tire that ruins your ride: tires don't rotate, leaves, small animals and sticks combine forcing you to dismount and complain.
Last night, I was in the muddy tire realm of hell. My ride was cut extremely short by my bitching and moaning about the serious mud on my wheels. What can I do but complain. I guess it is time to head out to the desert where rain packs down the sand.
I'm talking about the type of muddy tire that ruins your ride: tires don't rotate, leaves, small animals and sticks combine forcing you to dismount and complain.
Last night, I was in the muddy tire realm of hell. My ride was cut extremely short by my bitching and moaning about the serious mud on my wheels. What can I do but complain. I guess it is time to head out to the desert where rain packs down the sand.
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