Author Archives: "Vernon Felton"
This year is brimming with blinged out, high-zoot, lightweight and thoroughly badass mountain bikes. Those adjectives, however, don’t always share real estate in the same sentence with words like “value.” So, what the hell, here’s a list of some bikes that I think present a good value. They aren’t “cheap,” they might not even be “affordable,” but they are all a hell of a lot of bike for the buck.
Trek’s Remedy model often overshadows its rowdier stable mate, the Slash. Trek’s Slash, however, takes the ability to brawl up a solid notch or two, with 6.3 inches of rear suspension, a more gravity-oriented geometry and both a stouter frame and parts pick.
You can’t go home again…That famous sentiment is one of those things in life that makes increasing (and depressing) sense as you grow older. You can’t relive the past, recapture the glory of your youth or, in some cases, even recognize the place that you used to call home. But you can try…
Bikepacking is pretty damn cool. Extending out rime in the outdoors so that we move beyond the brief, impersonal rip through the countryside? I’m all for that. The gear that’d let you extend your stay, however, has been lacking. That’s where the Osprey Escapist series comes in.
Smart phones are unbelievably cool chunks of mobile technology. The question is this: How do you actually mount them to your bike? It’s hard, after all, to partake of all that awesome when the thing is slumbering away in the depths of your jersey pocket or hydration pack.
Every August hordes of bike geeks descend upon Friedrichshafen, Germany to fondle all the shiny new crud and post web stories about it all… Well, before we get all titillated about 2016, allow me to take a moment to reflect on some of the tech-related crap that I was hot and bothered about in 2015.
It’s silly, this constant cataloging and rating of life. The Facebook posts about what we’re about to eat, the rush to constantly pull out a smartphone and tweet what is happening around us…It all misses the point of, you know, living your life.
When you are 13 hours deep into a drive and you stumble into the gas station at two in the morning, bleary eyed and gacked to the gills on two Red Bulls and four cans of Starbucks Double Shot Espresso…you have a tendency to forget all about kale. At times like that, you find yourself reaching for a bag of evil. You get the pork rinds…