We got a pretty good snow storm yesterday. Naturally I had to drive to the airport so the kid could fly back to his 70 degree weather in Austin. Also both studded tires arrived this week and the storm couldn’t have been more opportune.
Putting on the tires was a frustrating task. Both fought back with every stud, but I finally got them installed. All this work took place in between football games. The English Premier League takes up most of my Saturday mornings. It’s not very good football, but it’s fun to watch. I did a fair share of profanities not only from the studded tires, but also the games. My wrist hurts from struggling with that last few inches of the tire install, and my ankle hurts from stomping on the floor when one of the teams I decided to support today, played stupid.
I decided to take the dogs for a walk before the inaugural studded tire ride and when I looked down the street the first thing that came to mind was, “Dam you, DPW. They did a great job prepping the streets before and clearing the streets after the snow. First time ever by the way. Last year it took weeks to get the streets down to pavement. Dam DPW. I’m going to bitch. I have a six mile ride into the city tomorrow for Yoga and am hoping that New Bedford keeps their low standard of clearing the roads in tact.
A Midnight Rider 
Are those Schwalbe Marathon Winter studded tires? If so, they are notorious for being very tough to get on a rim. It’s what I use. I love ’em because they roll so nice when the streets aren’t covered in snow and ice. But I fear getting a flat while out on the road. I’m not confident I could change a flat with cold hands with those tight beads.
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Yes hey are Schwalbe tires. It feels like I sprained my wrist putting those tires on. I’m doing my shake down ride this morning. First time on studded tires will be a short one mile jaunt to the coffee shop.
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