Actually, thinking about Yoms remark about "spending far too long worrying about tyres" , I think the main problem is, like with most things these days, there are too many choices.
Tyres are another example.
Back in the seventies I used to run Bridgestone Jeep Service on my International Scout and Landcruisers.
They were the only tyres you could even talk to me about. Anything else was crap in my opinion at the time.
It was these or nothing. everything else was for pooftahs. (In those days, gay was the term used for the great times we had in the pub nights. )
It didn't matter if they chopped out like a bastard, shook like a whore on a vibrator and howled like a banshee, (sorry Banshee ) they were the only choice as far as I was concerned.
Ah, life was so much more enjoyable then when we had so much less to worry about.
