New Rubber Stirs My Blood!

Okay, the CRF now has some gnarly new tires and is ready for some major roosting! These new Maxxis Desert ITs ought to generate a major dust cloud at CrossTimbers. Who's game?

I keep thinking the more I do this tire changing thing, the better I'll get at it ... but to tell the truth, I've yet to see a drop in the cuss-quotient and the number of busted knuckles remains constant. Many thanks to my buddy Danny for swinging by and lending a hand at the tail end of this job. When I heard his GS crunching down my gravel driveway, I knew I was saved. Tire changing is one of those jobs where you wish you had three hands (or the prestidigitation capabilities of a spider monkey), so it's always nice to have someone lend a hand.

Now I just need to take these out in the dirt and spin off all those embarrassing rubber titties. I'm tied up with street activities this weekend, but am free before and after. Who wants to hit the trails with me?

(Oh! For those who may be thinking, "Wait a minute, doesn't he usually just buy a new bike after he wears out the tires?" -- don't think I didn't try to sell the wife on that approach! Sooner or later, the little CRF230F has gotta go for a CRF450X. It's only a matter of time ... maybe when these new Maxxis are shot? Ha.)