I just finished up mounting a set of Vittoria XGs on the Enve wheelset. The sight of big, knobby tires on a carbon aero rim deserves a Keatsesque ode; a Brownsian sonnet. Pick them up and feel the shocking absence of mass and rise to epic.
The question is whether I line up at Green Mountain as Achilles or Patroclus. Or perhaps I just need a better ventilated workshop. Is grandiosity a symptom of huffing too much mastic?
I'll post a photo when I'm confident that the glue job will hold through the weekend.
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