ACTS OF CYCLING STUPIDITY
A friend arrives, telling tales on one of his clubmates. “This bloke turned up to a ride last winter on a carbon race bike he’d managed to crowbar some old mudguards from a Dawes Galaxy or something onto,” I was told.
“After he got about his third puncture on the ride, we tactfully suggested to him that maybe if he inflated his tyres to more than about two bar, they might not explode every time he hit a stone or a pothole. He explained that this was not going to be possible. The reason? If he inflated his tyres properly, they jammed against his mudguards.”