I was driving home from the store this morning when I saw some guy in full bicycle kit riding up the hill to our house (up Sapphire Street), on some sort of yellow Specialized, front suspension, flat-bar, hard-tail bike, with a seriously almost-flat rear tire, plus the front looked pretty low too. I pulled over to offer him the use of one of the pumps up at our house, but thought that maybe he wanted[she chuckled evilly] the extra workout up the hill, so I let him pass.
Did he actually want to ride the low, low tires for extra work (he was standing and mashing up the hill--skridge, skridge, skridge . . . ). . .
or was he just crazy-stupid?