I love this old building. I need a picture of Sam in front of it.
Willamette River in Harrisburg
Still High and muddy
Ron notices my tread, or lack of it. No comment on how often Bluekat checks such things. After convincing me that Sam can make it home on her "slicks", we head out. We spend more time riding than taking pictures. Only one more photo from the ride...
Sustenance for the ride home
These have been sitting around the living room for a couple weeks, the tires that is, not the bicycle.
Bridgestone Battlax 023's.Quite a while back I solicited advice on tires. I debated trying a different brand, but since Bridgestone had come out with a newer version of my stock tire, I decided to go ahead and give it a try.
This won't be a step by step post on changing tires. Been there, done that already. We hang Sam from the rafters to get the front wheel off and swap out the tires.
Hang in there, baby
Um...maybe should have changed them sooner...
Didn't realize just how bad they'd gotten until we put the new next to the old.
Next we put Sam on her stand and change out the rear tire. In the process we find this:
Maybe I shouldn't post this post...
I'm looking pretty bad right now!
A puncture and no treads...
hangs head in shame...
This is what Ron pulled out of the tire:
Nasty little sliver of a rockLast week I posted that I had a slow leak in my bicycle tire from a nail. Well turned out it was a rock similar to the one above. I HATE those little rocks! I don't think I've ever had a rock puncture, and now I've had two in one week!
New Treads, new chicken strips...
To end on a more positive note than worn out tires and puncture wounds, last week Ron and I went to visit our daughter. We had about twenty minutes to kill, so what better way to pass the time than to visit a motorcycle store and play with the new bikes. I didn't expect to see Sam's new big sister, but there she was.