Welp, I've been slaving away, getting ready for yet another year of Good and Green Glooor-ay at the Festival For The Eno.
However, in order to Outdo my efforts, I first need to Redo my efforts, and hey, sometimes even this can be kinda hard! (as I am brutally reminded every year).
So I started out producing some serious stock to work with.
This meant digging through my tire catacombs, to see what tires might be laying around, as well as going out hunting... what I was seeking was tires that had a certain je ne sais quois... Eno elan to them.
A certain flow, or interest that I thought might some how be turned on a whirl for this festival.
There was one that in fact did not have much appearent flow, but that had vexed me last year, and had been lingering around ever since. It was a motor cross tire, the real knuckly knobby kind, that I ussually bust my own knuckles trying finess. This one was no exception (and there have been one or two exepetions), and was down right stubborn. So I decided that a year was long enough for this one to alude me, and fixed it in my sights, and grips.
My first move, ironically, was to put the thing in time out; what amounts to solitary confinement for a tire.
This meant coiling it and binding it in a straight jacket, to let it stew in its own juices for a few days...
When I came back to check on it, I was relieved to find that this seemed to have done it some good. It was ready to talk; to cooperate!