by Jim Nugent
(La Mesa CA)
This is a visitor post written my buddy Jim a few years ago … before I started using UST tires (Ultra Side Wall Technology) tires. I have added a category to this website for visitor posts. If you are interested in making a post to this website just tell me in either the Contact Me form or in a comment box found on any page.
Joe has shared stories regarding the series of rides where he couldn’t get home (sometimes not even a mile from the truck!) without suffering a flat tire. Sadly for me, now that he may ride mile after mile without incident, he and I seldom ride together.
I simply can’t keep up with him anymore.
Most of the blame must rest with me-the only fat tire I ride with is the one around my belly. However, Joe is not without some culpability.
When he and I were riding regularly, the plan was that we would play hare and hound: Joe would ride to ridge top after ridge top ahead of me, then look down at me with exhortations to keep chugging. By the time I would reach the summit, winded and whipped, he would be anxious to move ahead and say something encouraging like “You ready to go man?” and the whole punishing sequence could then be reprised.
Joe’s plans to coach me to some modicum of fitness were sadly frustrated by his inability to keep air in his tires. Every time he lost air in a tire we would be waylaid for some period of time, during which I would sit on my haunches and snack on trail mix. My resulting progress was not what Joe had intended, as my caloric intake exceeded my energy output by such an amount that every ride saw me gaining weight rather than losing it.
I know, I know-at this point you will be deriding my will power rather than disparaging Joe’s prowess as coach, and fairly so. However, in a small voice I sometimes still say to myself “Things might have been different, if only Joe could have kept air in his tires!”
No Fat Tire There
As you can tell from this mountain biking photo of Jim, he has no Fat or Flat tire. Though the story about my tires is true, I do not think I should be held “totally” responsible for his physique (good or bad) or his biking snacks. There were plenty of hills and side trails around when I had all those flats … and he didn’t have to eat the caramel coated granola!
I actually think he might have (slightly) enjoyed watching me labor with those tires … kind of like people slowing on the freeway to get a glimpse of a wreck.
Jim and I will ride again, and who knows … maybe he might have the flats.