Author Archives: "Vernon Felton"
It’s not the bike anyone expected from Evil. The Following turns convention on its head in many ways. But will riders place their trust in Evil again? Should they? This is the story of both a brand and a bike that are battling their way back into the fold.
If you’re going to write stories and put you name atop the article, you better grow a thick skin. There’s no pleasing everyone. If that’s your aim, you might as well get a gig at Hallmark writing those crappy greeting cards with roses and kittens on the covers. That said, I draw the line at being called a “whore.”
For 2015, Niner introducted a half carbon/half aluminum version of the Rip 9, which means you can get into a carbon Rip 9 beginning at $2,200 for the frame and $3,300 for the “1 Star” model. Here are some impressions on the slightly (and smartly) up-spec’d “2 Star” version of Niner’s all-purpose machine.
What do fermented fish paste, the funky strains of George Clinton and disc brakes on road bikes have in common? Everything.
What does Charlie Sponsol have to say about Portland’s decision to ban mountain biking at River View Natural Area? The voice behind the Team Robot blog doesn’t mince words in this in-depth interview with the professional racer and trail advocate.
If cities want to earn that hallowed “bike friendly” badge, they have to dig deep. They have to confront some stereotypes they might have about mountain bikers being knuckle-dragging troglodytes. They need to open up those trails. You can’t call yourself “bike friendly” while crapping on us mountain bikers.
People say things online that they’d never, ever say in real life. Safe in the comfort of their cubicle or basement, the trolls deliver e-beatdowns to anyone who disagrees with their opinions–and other people lap it up. Here’s why that’s true…
I’ve lost track of all the cities I’ve towed the Dakine Split Roller through, but I can tell you this-when it comes to packing a godawful lot of gear and humping it from terminal to terminal without herniating a disc, it’s hard to beat Dakine’s old standby.
As a writer, you sound like you know your stuff when you come out guns-a-blazin’ and declare a single winner in your “shoot out”. You can even make it seem more convincing by creating a little ranking system with stars or imitating the voice of God in your writing. There’s just one problem with that kind of review: it’s rubbish.
Specialized’s Camber is like the aggressive rider’s cross-country bike… or maybe it’s the cross-country rider’s trail bike. I still can’t say which, but I can say this: it hauls ass up climbs and hangs better on descents than it has a right to, given how little squish it’s packing.
I used to think electrolytes were just some foreign thing skinnier riders on even skinnier hardtails worried about. Like VO2 max, lactate thresholds and peak training—I really couldn’t be arsed with crap like that. Then I tried Nuun and, had to admit, I was wrong. This stuff works, is cheap and tastes surprisingly good.
We Americans have criminalized gluten, sworn off sugar, compressed bean curds into discs and called them “burgers”. And what happened to bacon? When did eating bacon become a crime? Let me suggest a solution, a means of balancing the scales: beer.
Forget leverage rates, shock tunes and all the high-modulus marketing BS, nothing—absolutely nothing—matters more than a good set of tires. Really. And when it comes to aggressive riding in wet conditions, it’s hard to do better than the Maxxis Minion DHF.
It would be sensational to call trail sabotage a massive issue, but recent events do indicate a certain level of animosity aimed at mountain bikers. This feature is intended to lend some perspective on what could be interpreted as a series of canary in a coal mine-type events.