Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Weather, perfect. Gravel, dry. Wind, a bit. Sam and I rolled for a touch under four on our respective singles today. Sam decided to out mash me with a 39x16, while I took baby steps with the 38x17. For much of the ride, I hadn't taken notice of the difference but finally, as Sam pedaled by me through the bottom of a roller as I waiting to be able to spin, I realized the score.
Fork in Action
"What are you running?"
"39x16."
"Oh... well that explains it."
"Yeah, I used to live with Tony Wilhelm, so it's all good."
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click the pic and look at the spokes on the front wheel, sweet..
i made it out to b.o. today with ortiz and dave. the trail is in good shape except for the horse damage...
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