Riding in LA on just about any main street, you will find something that resembles the grand canyon. Thanks to the high traffic volume if you go around it most times you become road kill by a 2009 Hummer, or get threatened by a car of bros with a taser as they toss OJ at you. So you just hit the crack, get the flat and walk on! Gotta' love this city.
Adapt or die! Ride fatter tires.
I’m not saying this is you, but I love seeing track bike hipsters get their teeth jarred loose non-stop around the city on their ultra-high pressure .00005mm contact patch tires.
Now excuse me while I go remove my car’s suspension, replace my wheels with solid plastic and wonder why everything is so unpleasant and damaging.
PS: That crack is puny.
Hugs,
Jeff
You should try the South Lake Union Trolley (aka “SLUT") tracks they laid down on the route to the U-District in Seattle.
Salsa Delgado rims, XT hubs, DT Swiss lace 3x, with 38mm RibMo tires, no flats, no tight jeans, no keys on a clip. When does a fad become the instument of it’s own demise? I have a fixed gear, and I love it. Commuting however, is a 14 mile trip done on either a Rivendell Atlantis or a Surly BigD. This is the greatest argument ever for “I need multiple bikes!”
That crack is nothing, New Orleans has potholes that will swallow you whole bike. Perhaps it would help if you learned to ride your bike while distributing your weight, instead of dumpy seat bound riding.
I’m over holes, I’m onto the 16 year-old girl driving an 09 Lexus who hit me last night.