Hope you take the extra day this year to do something you’ve always wanted to do or put off because you don’t have enough time.
I’ve had some time to think recently and I don’t know about you, but when I have time to think it is sometimes dangerous. Sometimes free thinking is close to being unhealthy. Over the past several days I’ve been wrestling with this notion of old vs new. For me personally, I’m wrestling with the cost of new versus the performance of the old. More specifically, I’ve been thinking and looking at cameras (It applies to my bikes too) and thinking about new technology, proven brands and just exactly what is the true cost and benefit of owning the “new” camera or technology? I’ve asked myself if I could start over, what would I do? What have I learned from my trials and error with “new” stuff? Do I need this new expensive equipment? What are my true needs for a camera system?
Recently, I had some friends come from Japan for work. They were here for Frostbike. I wrote about it on the Salsa blog last week. It was a great time. One thing I realized when identifying and pulling content to my new website is that I often don’t write or feature any content from work. This is both good and bad. Honestly, my work trips should be over there on the Sasla blog and my ImagineGnat blog should be about my own stuff right? Well, that’s what I think anyway.
So…With that in mind, I am starting to pull some experiences together and write, or rewrite, about them here. I’m starting off with my trip north with friends since it is timely and I can’t stop thinking about fatbikes. In all honesty if I had to pick just one bike right now, I think I’d pick my Mukluk. I can do anything and go anywhere with it. I love it. My twist today that makes this post different than the post on the Salsa blog is the processing of the images. The images today show the experiences of getting out and exploring the world around you. I also think of the old days when folks like Louis and Clark explored the northern territories. I developed a custom, harsh, and grainy black and white preset in Adobe Lightroom 3.6 and tweaked each image ever so slightly to get some consistency. Hope you like them.
Originally posted October 11, 2011
A while back I wrote about selling my higher end Canon 7D kit and moving to a Nikon D7000 with some cash back in the bank. Beyond that, I haven’t said much about it. Part of that was because I was focused on my small camera situation and looking to move to a micro 4/3rd camera from Panasonic or Olympus for my “small” camera.
Well…I never actually went through with that plan. You see, I’ve been shooting again with the Nikon D7000 and it reminded me why I ended up with a small sensor compact and a larger DSLR; image quality, speed, & control. While the latest generation of smaller cameras are making headway, there is just no mimicking these things in current micro 4/3rd camera nor can they match the IQ of the larger APSC sized sensors.
After shooting this past weekend, I decided that for me there is still no need to go back to a micro 4/3rds camera and sensor. Yes, they are smaller than a Nikon D7000. However, they are not that much smaller and if I don’t need the IQ of the D7000, a compact camera such as the LX5 is good enough.
So…Is this a review of the Nikon D7000? Hardly. There are tons of great and revealing reviews out there of this camera already. I just like the feel in hand, the features and the controls. I will say that the only thing I really miss from my Canon 7D is the buffer for burst shooting. Shooting RAW I can easily and quickly run up against the buffer of the D7000. It isn’t a big deal because it makes me really focus on the image I intend to capture. It is just the only thing I notice that I miss. One thing I miss? Not bad really considering I was able to put a considerable amount of cash back in the bank and get a camera set up that is quite a bit lighter and in my opinion has better IQ.
One might wonder just how I put money back in the bank in this change over? Well….This involves selling high and buying low. Honestly though, I did pick up some old Nikon lenses used and that made a big impact. My lens of choice for all around is the wonderful 18-70 f3.5-4.5 DX lens. There is no IS but with the ISO capability of the D7000 I never really run into an issue due to lack of IS.
Anyway, enough babble. How about some pics? This isn’t a gallery or anything like that, just some images I like that I took with the awesome Nikon D7000.
For me, this camera really delivers and it has pretty much ruined me in the area of IQ. Yes, I know there are other more expensive cameras out there that top this camera in overall IQ and speed. I don’t really give a rip as for me it really is a dream to use and shoot and the files it produces are wonderful.
Originally posted Wednesday, January 18th, 2012
Ok…I’ve been riding this bike for a while and I have been promising the build report. Here it is. Before I get started I want to let folks know that I work for Salsa Cycles. As such, this is just my build and a few thoughts. It is not a review of the bike. Just how I built it for me. Hope you like it. Got questions? Ask in comments or send me a submission from the “about me” page.
Most of the parts come from my Mukluk Ti bike that I have been riding for almost 16 months. Why did I take the Ti bike apart? Well….I’ve got plans for the ti bike and it is almost complete. The Mukluk 2 is my everyday fatbike that I intend to use for everything, all surfaces and all types of activities.
Frame – Salsa Mukluk 2 size large
Fork – White Bros Snowpack (but this will change to Salsa Enabler for bottle and rack mounts)
Headset – Cane Creek 40
Rear Derailleur – XTR
Front Derailleur – SLX direct mount
Crank/BB – Surly Mr. Whirly with prototype Surly rings – Cant remember sizes
BB cups – Hope Stainless
Cassette – XT 11-34 9 speed
Chain – SRAM
Brake – Avid BB7
Brake Lever – XTR right lever
Shifter – Paul Thumbie mount with Dura Ace 9 speed shifter
Cables – Jagwire Ripcord compressionless housing
Bar – Salsa Bend 2 bar flipped upside down
Stem – Old Salsa scandium S.U.L
Grips – Prototype
Seatpost – Thudbuster ST
Saddle – Fizik Aliante Gama MTB
Hubs – Salsa 170mm Rear with Surly 135 rear disc hub as front
Rims – Surly Rolling Daryls
Rimstrips – Surly Red
Tubes – Surly
Tires – Surly BFL front/Nate rear for all out traction or 45Nrth Husker Du’s for speed and XC
Pedals – Time pedals if above 20 degrees. Flat pedals if below 20 degrees.
Other – Framebag – Salsa by Revelate Mukluk bag
So…That’s the set up. I absolutely love it. It is my monster do all soft surface go almost anywhere bike. As mentioned above, I am putting the stock Enabler fork on the front so that I have the bottle and front rack mounting options available on this bike. The White Bros Snowpack will be going on my original prototype Mukluk Ti bike which I hope to share sometime in the future.
Well, how about some pictures?
Originally posted August 18, 2011
The last time I took this flight from Minneapolis, MN to Anchorage, AK was almost 20 years ago. I was headed to Alaska on a grand bicycle tour. I was young, foolish, and filled with ambition. I was on a journey from Alaska to Utah. As I looked out the window of the plan I was flooded with memories and unfulfilled dreams. As we crossed Canada, I remembered how vast and beautiful the land is and how I said I would explore Canada by bike one day (I haven’t yet). As we flew over the Wrangel St. Elias range we saw Mount Logan, Canada’s highest peak, peeking through the clouds. I remembered saying that one day I’d do a big back packing trip there (I haven’t yet). As we approached Anchorage I looked over to where you would see Denali on a clear day. it was blanketed in clouds and rain just as it often is. I remembered looking upon Denali on a perfectly clear day almost 20 years ago saying I’d be back to Alaska with my bike one day. Going back to Alaska has been a lifelong dream of mine. This dream has come to reality and it is about to begin.
Mike and I arrived in Anchorage mid afternoon. Our plan was to pick up bikes, see our friend Eric Parsons and get food for an Alaskan fat bike beach tour. My previous bicycle trip to Alaska was with skinny tires, panniers and everything under the sun strapped to my bike. This trip was about touring Kenai’s endless beaches on fatbikes. With 8 other riders, we’d be doing a fairly casual, unusual and amazing beach tour ending in Homer, Alaska.
As I researched and prepared for this trip, I ran across Pat Irwins and Kathy Sarns recap of the initial charting of this route. I was excited that Path and Kathy would be joining us. In many ways they were both the hosts and the leaders. I read the article twice taking in every nugget of information. I was eager to meet them and experience the beach for myself.
The ride itself did not disappoint. In all honesty, it is hard to explain just what I am feeling about this experience. Visually the trip blew my mind. Beauty was everywhere and in such abundance. I shot a few thousand images and don’t even know where to begin with sharing them. Physically this trip wasn’t not all that challenging for me. Sure we could have pushed for more miles and/or do it faster. That was not the intent of this trip. Yet, I left Alaska with a strengthenedpassion for riding. Professionally, I found some clarity about my future and where I am headed. Personally, I left with new, meaningful relationships with amazing people and with a new appreciation for the land we live on. Mostly, I left Alaska in awe of God’s creations and with a thankful heart that I got to go on this trip. Somehow my path and my choices led me to this point.
Over the next few weeks both here and on the Salsa Cycles blog, I will be digging into some of these things specifically as well as gear and lessons learned. Until then, you will just have to settle for a few pics that capture the essence of this experience (for me). I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy sharing them.
I need to share one last picture and one more volcano today. This picture just has to be seen in color to appreciate it. Take a gander at the Alaskan volcano Redoubt by the morning light.
Yes, Alaska was good to me. More to come and make sure to check out my post later today at the Salsa blog for some more images.
Orginally posted June 8th 2010
I’m still sorting out race day. It feels sort of like a movie that begins by showing the last scene first followed by clips and scenes leading up to the fateful ending. My day ended early. Earlier than I planned. Here is my story. (Warning – This is a long post. Refill your coffee now!)
For some odd reason, I entered my first race in 13 years. My last race was Leadville Trail 100. I can’t begin to describe the feeling I had at the start of the race. Some day I’ll delve into that, but needless to say, I was a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be right? It was supposed to be 95 degrees, windy and I had 200 miles of gravel facing me. I had a goal of sub 18 hours. I secretly thought that I could finish in the top 20-30 if I persevered and finished. In writing that last line, I must have been crazy to have those dreams given I haven’t raced in so many years. That said, I rarely set my goals low. My strategy was not to sit back and finish. My strategy was to race and push myself to my limit.
The police escorted roll out of town was fairly uneventful. Truthfully, I expected it to be a bit faster, but I think the police car kept folks in check. I knew there would be a strong lead group as this DK field of about 160 riders had a stacked field. My goal was to be just behind the lead pack so that when we hit gravel, I would not be following too many folks. I don’t like following people on gravel for a couple of reasons, dust and not being able to see the surface of the road.
Prior to the race, I had talked to a lot of folks about the rocks and how the sharp Flint Hills gravel really tears up tires. I sort of thought that this was hyped just a bit to add fear and drama to racers stories, sort of a Kansas cycling folk lore. Not more than 800 meters onto gravel after the paved roll out, I witnessed the first flat. Maybe there was something about the sharp rock? Just maybe it was bad luck? Maybe it was shoddy mechanics? I snapped the pic above and then pondered my chances of a flat free DK?
As we rolled out of town and got deeper into the open range of the Flint Hills area, I looked back. I wanted to see the sunrise. It was a beautiful morning. I also wanted to see how spread out the pack was at this point. I wanted to ride on my own. It’s not that I didn’t want to share it with anyone. I just didn’t want to be part of some one elses story. This race was a personal battle.
As we zig zagged across the Kansas country side, it was fairly obvious that wind is a big part of the Kansas landscape and environment. Much of the first 40 miles was into the wind, or at least a strong cross wind. I love wind swept trees like this. I thought about stopping to perfectly frame & expose and capture the riders as they crested the hill. However, it was a race and I snapped this shot as I pedaled and put my camera back in the frame bag.
Soon, the field was spread out over miles and miles of Kansas country side. I saw riders searching for derailleur parts in the gravel, others changing flats, while others battled cramps. The sun was getting higher. It was getting hot. I felt incredibly strong. I picked off rider after rider. I rolled into the first check point at 60 miles in under 4 hours. I was pleased, yet the cows were not impressed.
The next section to check point 2 was 40 miles. There was a tailwind and it was getting hotter yet. I was still feeling incredible. I continued to pass folks and press on. I didn’t take many pictures on this section. I was focused on getting this 40 mile section put to rest and behind me. I wanted to get halfway as that is where I thought the real battle and test would begin. Then, it happened…I flatted. We had ridden a very rough section of gravel. I think it was called the CC road. Upon inspection, I found a nice tear in the tire. The fabled flint rock got me. Crap! Thankfully, I had a tire boot and all the stuff. I sat and baked in the hot sun as I changed my flat. With no wind movement, sweat was dripping everywhere. Salt stung my eyes. I think I counted 10 or so riders that passed me. As quick as I could, I got back on the road hoping and praying the tire boot would hold and that I would get to town where I could further inspect the tire. If it was bad, I made a plan to swap the rear tire to the front and put the less worn front on the rear. Filled with anxiety, I pressed on and repassed most, or all, of the riders that had passed me. I made it into the second check point at 100 miles in under 7 hours. Pretty darn good considering I had a flat and haven’t raced 100 miles in 13 years.
This is where the race and my story really begin. I will apologize now for the lack of pictures that follow. My picture taking pretty muched stopped. I had planned to do a short video at each check point. That did not happen. The check points were points of anxiety for me. Many riders had support folks there to assist, refuel, put fresh tires on, etc. I did not know that was an option and had planned on self support. I carried all my food and supplies with me. I only replenished on liquids at the check points. As folks got help, I scrambled and feverishly refilled my bottles, ate and worked to restore my electrolytes.
With 100 miles down and a 100 to go, it was time to get back on the road. I hopped back on my bike and rolled out of town. I left town alone again and then caught up with Scott, the eventual single speed winner, about 3 miles out of town. He was on a Moots. We chatted about the wonders of titanium and discussed single speed chain rings. It was the first time I had ridden or talked with anyone. It was nice to break up the miles. Eventually we split up and I pressed on ahead alone.
This section proved to be incredibly difficult. Some of the roads were very, very primative with huge rocks. One of the roads was called Little Egypt. After riding it, I’m guessing it was named after the huge rocks that I’m sure could have been used to build the ancient pyramids. It was rough and brutal. I was very careful to pick my lines and some how managed to avoid a flat through this section. As the road smoothed out and turned to rolling hills, I was once again flying down the road and pressing on. The last 5 miles into Alma was hot. It felt like it must have been 100 degrees. My black shorts were on fire. My calf muscle brushed the seat stay on my titanium bike and it too felt hot to touch. I made it to the 3rd and final check point in Alma, mile 140. Someone told me I was in the top 30. I was elated….But I also knew I was starting to crack and needed some time to cool my core body temp down.
At Alma things got interesting. It was so incredibly hot. I was cooked. I ate my last peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwich along with some beef jerkey and cashews. I downed a chocolate milk and a cold Gatorade. After 30-40 minutes at the store, my body finally cooled down and I hit the road again.
Earlier in the week, someone told me that section 3 that I had just completed was the most difficult. In my mind I had mentally prepared myself that what I rode through was the hardest and that the rest would be easier. I was wrong. Things went up. Repeatedly and for long distances. At one point I stopped on an old concrete bridge to cool down. It was in the shade and I thought just maybe the concrete was cool. I lied down on my chest with my arms outstretched on the concrete. I was wrong again! It was hot just like everything else. I rested, ate some more CLIF Shots and then pressed on. Up and up the road turned. Where was this fabled convenience store folks were talking about so I could get more cold liquids? My map didn’t seem to make any sense. I was missing course markings. After some 30 mph gravel descents, I eventually made it to mile 165 in Eskridge.
There was quite a group of riders at the store in Eskridge. I caught back up to many folks that left the last check point before I did. Many folks were cooked. Several were dropping out. I was unsure. I ran cold water over my head in an attempt to cool down. I rested on the bench and my arms were twitching and my hamstrings were cramping. I was cooked. I knew in my head I could finish, but at what cost?
I said “I gotta finish”, grabbed my bike and started rolling it away from the store. I quickly found out my tire was flat. I must have flatted again rolling into town and didn’t know it. Now the stakes went up just a bit. If I pressed on, I knew it would be dark by the time I finished. Did I want to head into the night with only 1 tube left, no blinkly tail light because it vibrated and fell apart somewhere between mile 100 and 165, no other scheduled stop and most importanly, no one to call for help? I just didn’t want to put myself in that situation. I decided the tire was a sign from above and called it quits. I walked over to a guy in a pick up truck that had a red Salsa Chili Con Crosso on the back of it and asked if he could give me a ride back to Emporia? He said yes. That was it. Finished. 165 miles. Not 200.
Here are the facts.
- My first race or organized event in 13 years
- My longest ride of my life as well as the most physically challenging thing I have ever done
- 13 hours of riding time (plus check point time)
- Top speed – 35.4 mph
- I am happy with the facts, but disappointed in that I did not attain my goal
It’s hard not to think about what if…What if I just would have booted the tire again and pressed on? That certainly was one of the two choices that I could make out in my head at that moment. However, I chose the other and I am trying to find peace in setting a big goal, going for it with gusto and stretching myself. The facts speak for themselves. I rode a strong race and pushed beyond my old limits despite not finishing. Sounds like a victory in my personal battle with the race. I’m good with that. I’m not looking back.
ps – All photos shared today are a bit blury and out of focus. I shot all with a pocket Canon S90is camera. I hate out of focus shots but felt they added an accurate feel to my event and a feeling of motion and a race. Someday I hope to go back and take some stunning shots of the amazing Kansas country side.
Orginally posted June 22, 2010
After what felt like a very short evening, Mark, MG & I had breakfast. Everyone knows that every good bike ride starts with donuts and coffee so who are we to change that? As GT and MG powered up, I secretly wondered if it would be only us three for today’s ride?
Thankfully, we were not the only ones. Several local folks joined us. Our group was nine, with 6 Fargos. With a hand out of the maps and brief overview and request of sticking together, we headed out. Much of the first 10 miles was on pavement and or bikepath. We cruised along at quite a good pace.
At the first scheduled stop at UMore park, MG caused quite a stir with his candy bag. Nice addition to the Fargo ride MG. Thanks for coming up all the way from Lincoln, NE.
Soon, the pavement ended and we hit some nice double track. This is one of my favorite roads to ride. I like the long tunnel feeling as well as the endless feeling of the double track. This road is closed to automobiles and ATVs so it’s quiet and not filled with litter.
Eventually the tunnel of trees opens up a bit to beautiful farmland. I grew up raising wheat and barley. I still think that fields of grain swaying in the wind are so beautiful. I plan to come back to just this spot to photograph the sunrise after the wheat starts turning golden brown. I can see the image now.
Not long after our route turned back to super gravel (hard packed fast gravel is called super gravel), Nick flatted. This gave us a bit of time to stop, chat and snack.
It also gave MG time to talk to his new friend. It is here I put the camera away in the pack as we would be on pavement for the next few miles. As we zig zagged across the countryside, the temps were rising. We stopped and discussed the route, food and how folks were feeling. Surprisingly the roads were dry despite the severe weather the previous night and the mud bath I found when I rode the course with Erik Mathy one week ago. Despite feeling good, we opted out of the extra lolipop gravel loop and headed into Farmington, MN for food and refreshments. This was a good plan as no one knew what I had in store in the coming miles. In fact, one of the guys mentioned to me that this wasn’t really a “Fargo” route and that it was more like a cross bike route.
Not long after the refuel, we hit another one of my favorite roads in the county. I slid to the back, took photos and rested as I knew the next 10+ miles was going to be crushing. Folks were feeling a little competitive I think and powered up the gravel climb. I sat back, took it all in and yelled for folks to stop. As I rolled through, I spoke the words “This is where it gets hard” and rolled on.
I went to the front of the pack and turned into what looked like a freshly mowed farm field road. It was in fact a trail, but it sees so little use that the gophers and horses took it over as their own. At times, it was pounding and crushing. There were some setions with a clear trail. At times, it felt like single track. Other times it felt like we were riding on the beach or through the center of a grass field.
As we rolled through the country side, we got to see things from a different perspective. I love being close to things and even though riding gravel roads is beautiful, I like being up close and on roads that I know other cyclists have likely never traversed. I like being “out there”.
As we pushed on, it kept getting hotter and hotter. The sun had burned off most of the clouds and it was getting almost Dirty Kanza like.
At the top of this grassy hill, we took a rest. Folks were feeling a bit cooked. One of the guys on a cross bike jokingly asked me if he ordered a Fargo now could I have it delivered right now? It was right here I knew that the ride was both a success and if we pressed on it could really sap folks for the coming days. It is here I decided to alter the route just a bit. We took a hike out to a flat top rock and scenic overlook and then started heading home. I still managed to get one more C road in with waist and shoulder high grass. Kind of fun listening to the folks shout at me “This isn’t a trail” and “How are you picking a line in that?” Two falls later, we exited and rode gravel back through the munitions plant.
In the end we got something like 60 miles of gravel, singletrack, pavement, double track, grassy trail, and “farm road”. I’m fairly certain everyone had a good time. As I said on Saturday, I was so happy to meet new folks and share my local roads and trails. Kind of crazy that I have ridden these roads and trails for a long time and this is the first time I had seen any other cyclists on the route.
To the riders, thank you all for making my life fun, adventurous and great. I hope to share the road or trail with you again. To the readers, thanks for making it through this long post. There is talk of taking the Fargo Adventure Rides on the road. Who knows if this will happen or where one might take place. At a minimum, start thinking about next year. I know I’m thinking about the route already.
Orginally posted on June 7th, 2011
Still can’t come up with words to recap my race. Since folks have been writing and texting me wondering how I’m doing and if I am OK here is the short version. I felt great strength wise and as I wrote yesterday, I felt strong into 100 miles. I rode my race and my pace. My body did not like the heat. By mile 100 all my contact points with the bike had become numb. I thought this was strange as I had training rides that were longer in both miles and duration. I had lost feeling in my right foot and my hands had begun blistering. My bottom wasn’t jiving with the saddle. I would stand to relieve my bottom and my hands would hurt and my feet would burn. I would ride no handed for a bit then my bottom would hurt. It was a constant cycle of pain or burning. I did not want to endure another 100 miles of it. I got on my bike after some rest at the second check point and decided that was it. This was not for me. Considering it is now Tuesday and one of my toes on my right foot is still buzzing and the palm of my right hand is numb, I’m confident I made the right decision.
I have a lot more to going on in my head right now that will eventually come out as well as a lot of great experiences. Despite what it sounds like, this event was a highlight for me. I still rode 100+ miles through some of the most beautiful land in our great country. It was great seeing all my old friends as well as making new ones. Thanks to Jim Cummins, the Mohns and the City of Emporia. It’s doubtful I’ll be back next year given what dreams I have yet to tackle and what I see in my future. I may be back someday. Who knows? Right now though, that’s all I have to say so at this point pictures are going to have to do. Hope you enjoy the pics.
That was my day. Beautiful morning. Stunning scenery. A great ride. Good people. Heat. Suffering. Joy. Relief. All in all a great experience.
Orginally posted February 24th, 2010
I held off showing my bike with no name last week for a number of reasons. Well, today is the day. Sit back and enjoy the photos and the story that goes along with it.
*NOTE* – It is important to understand that I built this bike for MY needs. This is not a Salsa project even though the down tube says “Salsa” on it. I put Salsa on the DT because I am employed by Salsa. So….Here goes.
I started this bike as my Dirty Kanza bike. I ended up with something capable of the DK, but also a bit more than just a gravel bike. Funny how things evolve. Maybe it ended up this way because I already have my Fargo, a perfect bike for the DK. Maybe it ended up this way because I have other aspirations for this bike? I don’t really know why, but I know I ended up with a bike that meets my initial criteria and just a bit more.
Due to my shoulder injury last August, I set out to build a bike that allowed me to carry as much as I could “on the bike” as opposed to “on me”. I need to get the weight off of me as I still struggle and feel pain when riding with a back pack. As such, I put 3 water bottle mounts on the main frame, 2 of which have what I expect to be a new standard someday, 3 mounting points. This isn’t a new idea and I take no credit for this idea. Nope. Many have done this before me, but the 3 mounts give you versatility to mount standard water bottle cages in different positions, but also will allow future cages/racks of sorts for larger water bottles and/or gear.
Some of you may notice immediately that the brake routing, disc routing and rack mounting are very different than my current Salsa Fargo. That is correct. I never have the intention of running a traditional rack system on this bike. This bike is intended for the new mini rack prototypes showed by Salsa this past weekend at Frostbike. I positioned mounting points specifically for the mini racks. I also will run frame and seatpost bags when and where appropriate.
This bike is built with a cockpit and geometry for drop bars and front suspension. Notice the longish head tube and the curved downtube (to clear a suspension fork crown) I have two forks for this, 3 if you count the prototype Enabler. All 3 forks swap back and forth seamlessly. I did this because at some point, I want to tackle more than just the rough gravel of Kansas with this bike. My initial set up is with a suspension corrected rigid 29er fork.
Note, every one of those 11 braze ons for racks and water bottles is welded in place. No rivnuts. That kind of detail costs a bit more, but is worth it to me in piece of mind.
Here is a built up shot taken last week on a morning ride. I wanted to reveal the bike with the mini rack set up, but I’ve just been too busy.
It rides amazingly well. It’s quick and agile. By quick I mean it’s shorter and snappier than my Fargo. It’s almost cross bike quick but fits 2.1′s. Right now, I think it is the perfect compliment to my rock solid Fargo.
I don’t really plan to go into details of my geometry. I’m sorry folks. I know some of you tech folks want to know. Maybe someday.
Hope you enjoyed this post as much as I did writing and sharing it. I’m heading out for a ride.
Enjoy your day!