I caught some kind of nasty space virus yesterday, and while not completely floored with the sickness, I called in sick so as to not infect the rest of the company. Because, that kind of thing is not good when there’s only 40 employees to begin with.
So, with a whole day on my hands and nothing to do, I decided to finally do a few of the things I’ve not done in a while. Like get to tires on my motorcycle, and go looking for new boots.
I have around six or seven thousand miles on my current rear tire, a Metzler Sportec M1, and it’s quite flat across the middle. The front tire has been there since around mile 62,000, and I’m now at 74,400.
My boots were purchased around 1998, and while super comfy, are worse for wear. There comes a point when leather is so soft and supple, it won’t protect in a crash. I’d been eyeing a new pair of Daytona Roadstars, which I currently wear, but would like to support an American company, if I could. Stompers Boots, in San Francisco, carries a whole lotta different boots, and I’d been hoping to check out their Chippewa Rally Boots, since they look so neat-o on the web.
So, about 1:00, I hopped on Yahoo, printed out a map and directions to Subterranean Cycles, taped it securely to my gas tank, and headed off into The Worst Layed Out City In The World. Maybe this place made sense 100 years ago, when there were a few hundred inhabitants on horseback, and you could see where you were going from where you were, but the way the city is layed out, with all the skyscrapers, road signs, billions of inhabitants, cars, trucks, delivery vehicles, lack of parking, pedestrians, bums, crackheads, and garbage, the city just sucks to travel through. One way streets will always send you the wrong direction, and so will anyone from whom you ask directions.
Luckily, my map kept me on the side of SF I wanted to be on, and after a good amount of wandering back and forth along cross-streets, I found Geary, found Subterranean Cycles, found a set of streets to loop back around after I passed it, and finally pulled up in front.
The folks inside were quite friendly, and hooked me up with a new pair of Metzler Z6 tires, mounted and balanced, on the bike. The Super Tire Guy even discovered that I had some mis-matched bolts on the brake caliper, told me what bolts to replace them with, and measured my brake rotors. Currently at 3.6mm, I’ll have to replace them when their thickness wears down to 3.5mm wide.
That done, I zipped on over to Stompers, basically right up the street from Subterranean. It was pretty easy to find, because they had signage visible from way up the street, but I had to ride around a big crowd of police cars, fire trucks, and an ambulance, to find a parking spot. Turned out, someone’s pimped-out sedan had been t-boned in a hit-and-run, and one of the occupants was pretty worse for wear. Life in the city.
I quickly found the boots I wanted, and while they didn’t have my size in black, they had it in the very nice, dark red Buffalo hide. They were absolutely beautiful, and nicely padded up along the boot’s shaft, but I did not like that they had absolutely no ankle protection. There are directions that ankles are not supposed to bend, but when you go flying off a motorcycle, the ankle frequently does things that you will regret for the next few months or years.
So, I passed on the Chippewas, hopped back on my bike, and headed on home for dinner.
Maintenance Note: 74,416 miles, New front and rear Metzler Z6 tires.