CheezusCrust
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This past winter in northern New England had me itching to travel. I really wanted to get out of the frozen wonderland I call my home and travel the vast of this place we call America. As much as my troubled mind wanted to leave I just couldn't leave behind my bike. Riding the mountain valleys and ocean mouths of my state the previous summer has left a permanent love stain on my soul that I can't shake.....
Fuck me, If you travel on a bike you don't know how to work on you will end up thumbing your way when she gives out. This is to say, general maintenance at least. Know how to change a tire with tire irons on the side of the road. If you run spoke wheels like I do you will want to carry a spare tube with you for both tires. Make damn sure you have the tools you need to work on your bike. Above all the golden rule is be comfortable with your bike inside and out. This is old school biker philosophy, Your bike fails, you fail.
Fuck me, If you travel on a bike you don't know how to work on you will end up thumbing your way when she gives out. This is to say, general maintenance at least. Know how to change a tire with tire irons on the side of the road. If you run spoke wheels like I do you will want to carry a spare tube with you for both tires. Make damn sure you have the tools you need to work on your bike. Above all the golden rule is be comfortable with your bike inside and out. This is old school biker philosophy, Your bike fails, you fail.