I've had my new road bike for a bit under five months and a bit over
five thousand kilometers now. And, as of yesterday, I graduated to
rear tire number five.
When I killed the first tire there was an obvious cause. I'd gone
through a nasty pothole, gotten a flat, and damaged the tire all at
once. That happened around 1600 km.
1500 km later tire number two died. It was the same as the tire that
came with the bike. A 60rmb Maxxis. There wasn't a real obvious cause
other than my having had a huge number of flat tires in the month of
December and having been the person changing the tubes instead of
having the bike shop do it. I figured my not very skilled hands taking
the tire off the rim and putting it back on and taking it off and
putting it back on was what caused the wear that made the sidewall
unhappy.
1400 km after that it was time for tire number three to go. This one
was a 100rmb Michelin. I was at the other bike shop when I bought it
so my choices were this or something lightweight and imported at the
kind of prices that reflect being made somewhere other than China. The
probably cause was a small unadvoidable pothole the evening before but
I'm not real sure. Basically, with no real warning, I got a blowout.
Which is the same way tire four died. No warning and a blowout. I
don't remember which brand tire four was. It was a folding tire that I
picked up at the big bike shop for 140 rmb. One of those nice things
intended for export. The wrench was real sure that this one was much
sturdier than all the other tires my bike had killed and, just to be
certain went over my rim looking for any burrs or nicks that could be
contributing to my kill rate. It'll definitely last at least as long
as the other three put together. It went 700km.
The newest tire is a 30rmb no-name. I wasn't in Haikou when it
happened. Tunchang didn't have any bike shops with 700cc tires but the
guys I was with knew a place in Qiongzhong (where we were planning to
have lunch) so I took the bus and met them there.
I found the place in Qiongzhong by myself before they got there. I was
looking for a bathroom and I saw someone on the other side of the
street assembling a road bike. It was a pretty scary looking road
bike. The epitome of weird Chinese copy. The owner of the shop felt
the need to reassure me that he really was a bike shop and not just a
place that sold bicycles. He did this by taking me in back and showing
me that while his stock might mostly be junk ... here was what he was
riding, so don't worry.
I wasn't worried. Especially not when he turned out to be the place
that my friends knew. Especially not when he turned out to know my
friends. Especially not when he closed the shop so he could ride the
rest of the way with us. And especially not when the Italian guy
pronounced the tire acceptable. Heavier than what he'd want on his
droolsome purty Bianchi but acceptable.
What the hell am I doing?
I haven't even taken my road bike offroad at all or through any
potholes or done anything particularly rough to it during the _three_
weeks I had tire four. And I don't believe that I'm "too heavy" (which
was the theory put forth by two of the guys I was riding with). 87
kilo makes me one of the heaviest bicycle people on the island but my
body weight is nothing compared to the weights some people do on loaded
tours.