Originally Posted by
PaulRivers
I'm not sure where "GVR, NV" is exactly, from your description I assume it's a worn-torn country in the midst of a civil war!
I personally live in the US, where I'm fortunate enough not have to surmount large trees or the results of small artillery fire on the roadway, so here skinny tire road bikes are vastly superior over the those slow, silly mountain bikes.
(note - yes, that is all very, very tongue-in-cheek)
Tongue in cheek noted. GVR, NV = Green Valley Ranch (who are they kidding, only the golf courses have grass these days) NV as in 15 miles SE of the Strip.
Debris includes constant construction, road resurfacing snakes (saw one this morning) and Gila Monsters. Plus this is the rockiest dang part of the world. Our rocks are harder and pointier than any where in the world. I keep three sets of rims set up for commuting, mixed and HEY, lets go stupid fast and get some stitches.
I quit riding skinny tires in the 80s when the storm drains used to grab my front wheel and send me cartwheeling. Plus training wheels are too short for them tall skinny tire bikes.