Winter tires

On Aug 29, 5:17*pm, jim beam wrote:
Squat'n Dive wrote:
On 29 , 01:41, "Mike Jacoubowsky" wrote:
"Squat'n Dive" wrote in message

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Do you switch to winter rubber at 32F or higher temps?
How do you mount something spiky (W296???) without trashing skin on
your hands?
I switch to "winter" tires for rain, not temperature. When wet, tires are
far more prone to puncture (so a tougher tire is called for) and there's no
substitute for a bit more width when slippery. I profess ignorance to
whether different rubber compounds might work better when temps get really
low though. The coldest it's ever been on one of my Tuesday/Thursday morning
rides on the SF Peninsula was 23 degrees, and it's extraordinarily rare to
see it dip below 30.

And those few times it does get that cold, one rarely sees ice 'round these
parts. It's generally exceptionally dry when that cold.

I second that. Bay area has a climate suitable for year round cycling.
Unfortunately that
area has a lot of other problems that might want you to reconsider
living there
year round. So I don't :^)

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I suppose I could tell you, but I really am trying to quit
whining :-)

A. Muzi wrote:
Tom Sherman wrote:
Mike Jacoubowsky wrote:
"Squat'n Dive" wrote in message
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Do you switch to winter rubber at 32F or higher temps?
How do you mount something spiky (W296???) without trashing skin on
your hands?

I switch to "winter" tires for rain, not temperature. When wet, tires
are far more prone to puncture (so a tougher tire is called for) and
there's no substitute for a bit more width when slippery. I profess
ignorance to whether different rubber compounds might work better
when temps get really low though. The coldest it's ever been on one
of my Tuesday/Thursday morning rides on the SF Peninsula was 23
degrees, and it's extraordinarily rare to see it dip below 30.

THAT AIN'T WINTER!!!

And those few times it does get that cold, one rarely sees ice 'round
these parts. It's generally exceptionally dry when that cold.

Cold is when the moisture in your nose freezes when you inhale.

Oh.
I thought it was when the frozen lump of mustache snot is forgotten as
tears freeze on the eyelashes.

This is the last cold day I can recall in Madison:
http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KMSN/1996/2/3/DailyHistory.html.
I worked outside for 8 hours, and it was not really unpleasant.

--
Tom Sherman - Holstein-Friesland Bovinia
“Mary had a little lamb / And when she saw it sicken /
She shipped it off to Packingtown / And now it’s labeled chicken.”