Oh, the great tire debate! I love this one!
In the revered days of our forefathers, the many cried out for bigger tires. Hearing their pleas, the mighty minions of rubber created ----
Bigger tires.
And it was good. Some heathens spoke harshly of the bigger tires. You don't need them. They shall fail you in dark times. They are sacrilege of the greatest order, you must repent. Or you must bob. Or you must space them, but their derision went unheeded.
Then there were dark times. And lo, the tires held! This brought great joy to the mighty tire owners, and the nations wept for joy of their bigger tires.
Here ends the story, but I must warn you. Covet not your bigger tires less they come with the wrong rims. This may be your doom. Be of good rim my brothers, be of good rim.
And BadMastard, prophet of the bigger tires turned and drove over the sunset. And most other obstacles. Never did his tires meet the other.