Just for laughs, I broke out my old DBR Prevail TT road bike, greased the chain, aired up the tires and took it for a spin this morning on a hilly street/bike-path combo ride.
Man, 110 psi in 700×25 road tires sure feels different than 45 psi in 700×32 ‘cross rubber, especially on these lousy Bibleburg streets. Ditto a low end of 39×25 versus 34×28 when gravity becomes more involved. And finally, where the hell were my top-mounted ‘cross-bike brake levers? Why, on the ‘cross bikes, of course. Eejit.
I got my first flat in months — something truly evil that solved my high-pressure problem in a nanosecond as I was climbing west on Woodmen. Happily, there’s a trailhead there, and I had a bench to sit on as I swapped tubes and reinflated with the cursed minipump (about 300 strokes’ worth and still well short of 110 psi).
The grind past the Sisters of St. Francis of Perpetual Adoration reminded me that casual ‘cross-bike rides do not a climber make (bless me, sister, for I have sinned, and as soon as I get off this goddamned bicycle I’m going to get right back after it). The 40-mph descent reminded me that I am a sissy, especially when some dude in a ‘Vette roared up to a cross-street stop sign as if he planned to treat it as a yield).
But I made it home alive, and it was lots more fun than working, so I must have been doing something right.