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Toiling up the ridge west of Pueblo on my daily ride today, I noticed
that my front tire looked odd.
My sidewalls were nice and black, but my tire sported a distinct
green-yellow center stripe.
After a few moments, I noticed the sea of ragweed flourishing on the
other side of the guardrail after heavy rains at the beginning of
July.
A few spins of the tire against the palm of my riding glove removed
the green-yellow stuff.
But the odd stripe slowly returned after a hundred feet or so on the
apparently clean highway shoulder.
I wiped the tire off again.
Within another few hundred feet on the asphalt, the green-yellow
stripe was back, just as distinct as ever.
It wore off only after I left the ragweed behind.
Ah-choo!
Carl Fogel
that my front tire looked odd.
My sidewalls were nice and black, but my tire sported a distinct
green-yellow center stripe.
After a few moments, I noticed the sea of ragweed flourishing on the
other side of the guardrail after heavy rains at the beginning of
July.
A few spins of the tire against the palm of my riding glove removed
the green-yellow stuff.
But the odd stripe slowly returned after a hundred feet or so on the
apparently clean highway shoulder.
I wiped the tire off again.
Within another few hundred feet on the asphalt, the green-yellow
stripe was back, just as distinct as ever.
It wore off only after I left the ragweed behind.
Ah-choo!
Carl Fogel