Traveling with your bike is a pain. Packing it usually sucks, dragging it through the airport gives you worse arm pump than a late-season run down A-Line and that’s all before you have to deal with the screaming baby on the plane. When you finally arrive at your destination and put your bike back together in the cramped hotel room, the last straw falls like a hammer. Those tires you aired down for the flight? You have to air those up and all you brought was your mini-pump. After 376 pumps, you deduce that your tire, by the infallible squeeze test, is somewhere between squishy and, well, squishy. That’ll do, you say. The first corner you hit has other comments, however, but since it’s the strong and quiet type, it just rips your tire off the bead instead.

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