Making hay. We saved money whenever possible in developing countries by purchasing locally manufactured tires; always cheap and always a gamble, because we never knew how they would perform when fitted to the bike. But we could never resist the price and, like addicts, always bought them. In Krasnoyarsk, Siberia, we bought a very chunky off-road "Made in the U.S.S.R." rear tire for $16. When fitted, the ride was so bad it sometimes slowed us to a walking pace as the back wheel uncontrollably followed grooves and ruts in the roads left by Russian hay carts. But who cared? After all, didn't we get ourselves another hot deal?