A pilfered IV-bag, a clothespin and a tube sock; these were the raw ingredients for the first hydration pack–a product every mountain biker has since used at one time or another. This is the story of how one man’s attempt to fend off heat exhaustion in a west Texas century led to a device which has saved everyone’s bacon at one time or another.
at bikes—they’re either the coolest thing on earth or the dumbest trend to ever waddle its way through the back door of the party. The folks at SRAM, however, are clearly erring on the “Yay!" side of the debate, as evidenced by the recent announcement that the company is now offering two new fat-friendly cranksets.
Alas, my name will never have a cool sound as I ride my bike. Salrooble-salrooble-salrooble is the sound a flat back tire makes as you try to make it home before the whole she-bang peels off the rim.
While the bike industry may need more signatures over high-fives, we do not need them at a cost to our culture. Our character flaws and dysfunctions are what make our world desirable. We do not follow the formula or fit the cookie cutter mold of the business world...and that's a good thing.
Throughout the year we'll be looking back at the products that changed (or at least shook up) the world of mountain biking. This time around, our subject is the Tioga Tension Disc, which Joe Parkin, and a great many other pros, rode right into the history books.
Today was a boat day. We took three to jump from Vancouver Island to Saltspring to Pender to Saturna Island. The Southern Gulf Islands, along with the San Juan Islands in U.S. waters, form an archipelago of hundreds of islands and islets....There could be a lifetime of discovery here.
Rocky completely redesigned the Altitude line this year. There are five new models in the lineup—three of them bearing carbon somewhere on the frames, two others rocking all-aluminum chassis. The 790 is, in fact, a total carbon fiber dance party (both the front and rear triangles are made of the stuff).
Before setting out on this trip I knew that every little town in B.C. had great singletrack. I even suspected that they had bustling mountain biking communities. Nevertheless, I’m astounded by how deep the passion and ambition runs in every town we visit.
At the onset, you're sucked in by the promise of adventure and experience - sights, smells, fresh faces - and on balance, these will be positive. However on any trip there are moments, and often full days, when your patience and outlook are challenged. Today was one of those days.
Spring is coming soon and all those times you said you were going to put your bike on the indoor trainer and spin a few hours never happened. You went to the bike shop and bought a dozen flavors of energy gel but ended up eating them all while watching “Zero Dark Thirty” at the Endoplex Cinema. It isn’t your fault. It is your bike’s fault.