Years ago, back in the Bronx, I was sitting in the barber shop and I overheard an old timer telling a joke. This guy was straight out of the Casino reject pool. Polyester pants, top 3 buttons undone on his shirt, dripping with cheap gold … his joke went a little something like this:
Old Timer: “So my wife told me to give her all six inches and make it hurt”
Barber: “What did you do?”
Old Timer: “I f**ked her twice and slapped her”
I have this 6 inch travel mountain bike and its pretty much the most fun thing I have ridden in a long time. The ability to roll over and down most everything in my path and still be light and efficient enough to pedal around all day is just amazing. I guess that makes it “All Mountain” by industry standards these days. I think that designation is a little ridiculous and right up there with “freeride”. But I’m sure glad the technology is here, and it’s only getting better.
I took a little spin around Sedona with this bike and Angry Buddhist as a tour guide the other day and I couldn’t help but remember that crazy old timer’s joke. I was slapped around by the trail and put through my paces, and at the end I felt like I needed a cigarette and a nap. It looked like this:
I hate to post this over Snake’s race report, so go read that too and leave him and the rest of the team some love in the comments. Strong work Ride Clean. But as always… keep it dirty!by