You have to live with tires a bit to get a feel for them. Tires, though, can’t be easily evaluated in a single weeklong overland excursion. Preambleįor Gear Chronicles, I typically like to take a piece of gear on an extended journey in order to evaluate it. I need to set the scene a bit more - and explain the purpose of my journey. Because of my tires, I was able to overcome the seemingly impassable barriers and explore the secret world beyond.īut it’s too early to wax poetic yet. I felt like I was breaking through whatever coded barrier the design team had created that prevented me from going any further. Sometimes it felt like having a cheat code. Time and time again, the tires found traction and pulled the rig through, unlocking whatever scenic flower-filled field or windswept valley lay ahead. Sure my rig would be unable to summit or overcome whatever obstacle I pointed it at, I gently put my foot into the throttle and gave it a go anyway. This was a scene repeated many times over the last several months. My buddy, Winslow, stood there and scratched his head. “Piece of cake!” I boastfully hollered out of my window, looking at my bewildered friend in the side-view mirror. Shortly thereafter, the rear tires took their turn clambering up the backside of the trap. | Nick JaynesĮventually, they too dropped in, as the General Grabber X3s at the front dug into the soft soil and pulled the rig through. No, this isn’t one of the seemingly impassable tank traps.
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