Showing posts with label geared bikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label geared bikes. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

More Bounce to the Ounce

[formerly: 'Bouncin' on a Big Bike']

My rides have been few and far between this year, but last Saturday I got to head up the the SMBA trails in Saratoga Springs for their annual 'Mix-Up the Dirt' (aka 'MUD') festival, where beers, burgers, and bikes were in abundance.  It was really a great event, with well over a hundred people there, two or three different shops, representatives from the Luna Chix team, a couple of guys from the White Face downhill park, Sigma Systems accessories, plus the Trek/Gary Fisher demo truck.  I'm not sure how much schwag the different groups handed out, but there was a ton, including tires, pumps, lights, and even a complete bike.  Not bad at all.

The SMBA trails are tight, rocky, technical masterworks of trailbuilding, and the lingering moisture from the rain the night before had everything covered with a thin slime.  I don't know where beginners -- and even intermediates -- go to ride around the area, but they don't go here: SMBA serves up the beatdowns for anyone not on their game.

Before I hit the trail I wandered over to the Trek tent and pick me up a big helping of bounce: a full-XTR Trek Remedy with 6 inches of travel front and rear.  Even with this generous helping of rubble-eating goodness the bike with still under 30 pounds, and while that didn't make it Hollywood-approved, it still weighed a reasonable amount.


This is a lot of bike.  I haven't ridden with gears in quite some time, and I've never owned a full-suspension bike, so this thing took some getting used to, and I'm not sure that I ever got it.  Don't get me wrong, this is a great bike for someone, I'm just not sure that I'm that person.  I felt more like I was guiding a couch through the woods than mountain biking, and there was nothing about the thing that you could call 'flickable,' but it would be great fun on a wide-open, fast trail with lots of drops and rubble. On the tight, slow trails of SMBA it didn't exactly shine, for while it liked to eat up the rocks, it wasn't nearly as nimble as I would have liked.  SMBA has a lot of little-ring plodding through rock fields and quick changes of direction, and the Remedy would much rather have been eating up the high speed descents in Fruita than guiding me deeper into the forests of the Northeast.

That said, gears are nice.  Suspension is nice.  After returning the Remedy I got to spend some time on a Gary Fisher HiFi Pro 29er, a XC full-suspension rig.  Me likey.  Me likey a lot.  I don't know when my finances will allow me to have that kind of ride in my stable, but it was sure nice to be able to down shift when climbs got steep, or sit down through moderate rock gardens rather than stand and pump through.  

Feeding the desire for a new ride was the bike weighing contest hosted by EMS.  The idea was to guess the weight of your bike, and
 while I was pretty close on the ol' Ferrous, I was disappointed to find out that she tips the scale at well over 27 pounds: 27 pounds and 9 ounces, to be exact.  That was only an ounce less than a friend's new Stumpy, and even more than this kid's rad Astana-approved trike.  (Kidz these days, what with their trikes and their casts, I tells ya...)
The Stumpy seems like an ideal platform for the area, by the way, as it manages to balance significant travel (5 inches front and rear) with light weight and trail bike geometry.  (Well, it least the freewheelin' Gary didn't have any trouble flogging it around the trail.)

All-n-all not a bad day, truth be told.  I determined that a) bikes are fun, b) I like to mountain bike, c) I am out of shape, d) my bike is heavy, e) hot dogs taste good, even when burnt, f) trees hurt when you hit them, no matter how much suspension you have, g) rocks are hard, h) I need to stop making lists.  As I cruised back to Albany the skies opened up and the rest of the weekend was spent dodging rain, but this allowed me to lick my wounds and cruise the internet for the light parts that I now 'need.'

Finally, a take-away shot from the trails to give you an idea of what they're like.  Bob was happy to be rolling around on a long-travel Ellsworth.  The pic, isn't great, as I caught him just after he landed the drop, but hopefully it'll give you some flava.

Friday, May 22, 2009

New Bike/Mystery Owner


Who could this belong to?

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Pure Power

Sunday, May 25, 2008

To Douthat or not to Douthat.......Douthat is the Question


Yes. You should Douthat. At least that is what JD, Dave and myself decided on Saturday. Douthat State Park is in such a remote area of western Virginia that even Googlemaps can't accurately or consistently tell you how to get there! We departed from Durham on Friday evening for a 1/3 Memorial Day weekend adventure. Our adventure started with a 5 hour journey to Douthat from Durham via every single scenic byway in Virginia or at least it seemed that way. Around 9pm we rolled into Buchanan, VA and devoured some spaghetti from a local mom and pop pizza joint in town. Carboloaded and ready to escape from the Tacoma-lodge we quickly set up camp just outside of Douthat State Park at a private campground. The state park campgrounds were full and in the future I would highly recommend staying in the park on the lake. See forthcoming photos.


JD and Dave trying to figure out how this little cabin ended up way up here in the woods.


Dave was riding so fast that his skin started to melt on the screaming fast singletrack descents.


A nice section of bench-cut trail on the Mountainside Trail.


Dave and myself on Mountainside Trail. Notice the nice inviting lake below.


Dave telling JD we are not taking another photo in this spot.

Trust me this is the sketchiest bridge ever. I think it was constructed of chicken wire and wood from an old rotten barn.

So in the end our adventure leaned more towards a comedy of errors and not so much a Shakespearian tragedy, with only minor bloodshed and three mountain bikers pondering why oh why hath we not haveth larger mountains closer to the Bull City. Alas, Douthat you bringeth merry times.