Vishnu

...as in Vishnu Schist.  The bottom rock layer in the Grand Canyon.  1.6 billion years old.  The reason the canyon is known as "Grand."  When you get to the schist of the inner gorge its like you've entered the oldest, shiniest, most decorated room in the earth.  It glimmers in shines a sparkled red dark brown.  Kyle is a geology teacher and local gold prospector and at some point in the build process he said he said his bike would be known as Vishnu as in the bottom layer and I suggested we make it look like the rock.  He settled on RAL3007 Black Red with a gold flake top coat done by the fine hands of John at Ironhorse Coatings.  This bike is a short wheelbase 29er built around a tapered steerer Rock Shox Revelation with switchable travel between 110mm and 140mm.  He wanted a stable downhill platform that still could climb and maintain quick handling.  I think the travel switch option will be very nice on the climbs and for low key riding, as the fork feels very plush and responsive.   It'll clear 2.4 inch tires tucked all the way into 418mm chainstays and it will take a full complement of gears or can be run as a singlespeed.

Some firsts for me on this bike:  This is the first 29er I've done that doesn't have the curved seatstays.  The first time I've put ISCG tabs on a bike.  The first Reynolds tubing I've used.  It has a 33.1 mm seat tube that takes a 30.9mm seat post--a common dropper post size--in their 631 alloy that I hacked and gas welded back together as a butt joint to get a little more tire clearance.  We'll see how that holds up.  Really I'd like to curve this tube out but thought better than to try and bend this seat tube.  This reynolds stuff is mucho $$$$.  This is also the first full yoke style chainstay attachment I've done.  I used the plate on the drive side on Odin, but the full yoke seems a fair bit stiffer, though a little heavier.  It could probably see some material safely removed yet, but time adds up fast on these things.  It would seem I have a knack for building 29 pound single speeds.  I'll get you all some build pics here soon.  The build turned out real nice, unfortunately we got pounded with two feet of new snow to effectively close our early season trail riding for a while.  Sedona here we come!

--Richard

Touring the Black Canyon Trail

I  have the good fortune of knowing the most amazing and ridiculous people on the planet and, good for me, they all seem to like riding bikes and are also in some state of alternative or self or un-employment and can spend a random three or four days of any given week dropping everything to take a quick and relatively unplanned bike tour.  The lack of planning only adds up points in the ridiculous equation and as our packing lists were minimal we wound up compiling quite the odd assortments of goods and whatnot to fill our bags.  A trip to the grocery store yielded a great variety of ride food for Zach and myself.  We packed a ham, a Tillamook baby loaf, twelve bagels, oysters, sardines, a three pound submarine sandwich, four blocks of cream cheese, some fresh fruit, and plenty of whiskey of course.  Oh yeah, that coffee cake looked pretty good too for $5 so I figured I'd strap that along as well.  It became known as der Kuchen.  We would be riding the 80 mile section of hand built singletrack connecting Mayer to Greater Phoenix that has emerged in the past couple years as the Black Canyon Trail and would connect the ends via shuttle.  And as shuttles go this one definitely maximizes the ratio of ride to drive time.  One hour shuttle drive for three full days of riding.  We set the shuttle Tuesday night and the rest of the crew met up at the start first thing wednesday morning to the sprawled out bags and foods of our camp at the dirt road on the ridge (read: the non-existent trailhead)

Within moments of our departure on bike, we knew through the shared conscious that we were onto a great thing.  The trail showed great promise immediately as it snaked through the gray rocks and prickly pear cactus of the high desert grasslands.  Most if not all of the land the trail passes through is BLM so it is open to grazing (read: there isn't much grass in the grassland).  By the end we would drop about 3000 undulating feet at the base of the Bradshaw Mountains, crossing its fingered lower slopes as we traveled.  Our hoots and hollers carried us through to plenty of rest stops and two creekbed campsites with trickling winter desert flows and only a minimum of navigational difficulties.  

Shred der Kuchen

High country air

Geoffrey

It makes me sad when my tractor doesn't work

We stopped at Rock Springs for food and pie and wound up calling it a day after that.  We left with two whole pies and I think about four pieces were eaten onsite in addition to that we brought with...that was after beer and burgers of course.  With der Kuchen there was pie everyday. 

Geoffrey

Saguaro cactus started to emerge after dropping off the rim where Uncle Rico parked his van....I wish I had a picture of that van.

Hey Evan: what do you think of this trail.  Its alright.  Yeah I've seen better.

Some people don't have panniers but that doesn't stop them from looking good or going on a tour.

The sequence of Amber riding through the cactus forest no hands lead to a crash of her ghetto booty Kona so she opted try the safer no feet sequence.

These things are cool

The last ten or so miles was flat desert straight dirt and cactus to puncture your tires with a prison for scenery followed by a road and a parking lot with Evan's truck waiting for us.  It was a grind...so really the trail is about 70 miles if you stick to the good parts but man o man are they good.  Ride this trail with your friends and you will laugh a lot I promise.  Bye

The Great Debate

The Strip Teaser vs. the Fu Manchu.  Flavor Saver vs. Teenage Fuzz.  We're talking a Moustache face off here...Twenty Six vs. Twenty Nine.  

You'll spy the competitors on the ground next to one another....Shrek on the left, the 26" monster, Odin on the right, 29" of viking war god, and in the background along for the fun is tried and true number two.  The two bikes facing off feature the exact same tube set with only minor differences in configuration to achieve what I felt was the best possible ride for their given platforms (Long-ish travel front ends and big tires=maximum shredability) and intended use (The viking rides trials, I ride trails...but we have a fair degree of overlap in what we ride).

The tubes are a mix of True Temper Supertherm, Pacenti Heavy Mettle, and good ol' 4130 straight gauge and feature a Paragon Machine Works 44 mm head tube.  The Effective top tube on both bikes measures 607 mm.  The minimum chain stay length on both is about 415 mm with horizontal dropouts handling tensioning duties for single speed use and positioning the rear axle a little more forward on Odin.  Both bikes are running tapered head tube, 20 mm thru axle forks with 140 mm travel, though the 29er was designed for 120 everything is rotated back a bit (slacker head and seat angles, higher BB, weight a little more over the rear axle).  

I traded bikes with the VIKING in the parking lot and after riding the last week on my new green monster, I quickly noticed the slight changes in position and setup as well as the energy needed to push the larger wheels.  As I was noticing the subtleties of the ride the VIKING instantly started his hops and spins and nose wheelies.  His comment..."this is more stable."  And I noted equally that his front end was a bit easier to lift...sounds a bit backward but Odin is no ordinary 29.  A few millimeters over your rear axle makes a huge difference.  We climbed a rolling climb and by the end I felt completely at home on the VIKING's steed.  I could have dealt with a few minor tweaks, but in the end it was hard to give it back.  My only complaint with a big wheel beast such as this is minor...I get tired of turning over the big wheel up climbs.  The end.  Its an awesome bike and a great platform for many riders when done "right".  This one is the VIKING's and I'd say its done right for him...though his beefed out war god is certainly not for everybody.  Did I mention he rides TRIALS?

Right - handles playfully to the degree the rider is willing, carves turns precisely, climbs and descends confidently, responsive to body english in handling, front wheel lifts without being a major production, and is all around fun to ride....usually this does not exist off the shelf.

Hopping back on my green monster, I found the transition a little odd in the same ways concerning setup, but quickly nestled back into the bike I've been feeling increasingly confident riding everyday.  We cruised down the twists of slim shady wheel to wheel, but I kept wondering how the other bike would ride this.  No disrespect to my own, I think I've just settled into it feeling familiar (certainly not a bad thing), and this Odin bike was unfamiliar in such a curious way that I wanted more.  At one point I told the VIKING that it might just be best if I didn't ride your bike.  

We pedaled around the rock features of Sedona for hours stopping to hit the play lines on the rock slabs but we stuck to our own as far as the bikes go.  I settled back into my groove and finished the day loving my bike at least as much as I had the day before.  It does what it does so well...going down hill, catching air, letting me get away with the sloppiest lines I've ever ridden, letting me ride the biggest lines I've ridden on any hard tail with endless confidence....I'm even learning to get it up the tight climbs without pushing.  Its a super fun bike and at the end of a long ride I still feel like turning that wheel over.  

Cheers to options and indecision....now how about one of those 650b bikes!

Resolve

New Years Resolutions:

1.  To exponentially increase the volume of music in my "retro" collection....as inspired by the radio show formerly known as "The House of Retro-Pleasure."

2.  Sell some bikes.

3.  Do stuff....namely make adventures and ride bikes like this one....my new one a long time in the works.

I've been in Sedona the last three days sending out the old year and ringing in the new one in a T-shirt and shorts testing out this green monster.  Its spec'd with some new goodies from Chris King, Profile and WTB such as the new Frequency i23 rims which laced up quite nicely.  The fork is a Fox Float 36 thru axle with a 1.5 inch tapered steerer necked down to 140mm of travel.  Old school 26" wheels for the catching of air wherever possible and cuz I just get tired of spinning 29" up long climbs.  Angles are 68.5/72 HT/ST.  And no it isn't light, but it does fly.  Any questions?

Happy New Year to all yous reading out there.

But it wasn't a Rock......

....It was a Rock Lobster!!!

Our post turkey ride handed both my legs and my lungs to me on a plate.  But it was an awesome time nonetheless.  If it weren't for Sedona I think I'd find Flagstaff a lot less liveable as I'm not really one for winter.  It gets a lot harder to get out and ride.  But that said what have I been doing the last couple months?  Not riding.  This one made me go the two following days though, one for a mellow ride that turned into a shooting gallery of plates and bowls, and the next for a three and a half hour dirt road ride.  Haven't done that in a while so it was nice.  All the best ideas in bike building happen while bike riding, it just turns out that sometimes they're hard to remember.  I should bring a notebook.  Anyways...check out the sequence of Heinchez dropping the big line on Hangover.  Its completely rideable when you're dialed in but I didn't hit it that day.  Yes it is as steep as it looks and if you missed you could easily find yourself in a world of shit.

Elder's first hangover

Winter Commuter

I finally got this up and running as a winter commuter.  Its been in my hands for a few months and came to me via AQUA and the Phoenix Craigslist.  $65.  Plus $20 for the delivery.  It came to me almost all original with very few miles but I went ahead and swapped out some parts to make it a little better riding.   Best I can tell its a 1989.  GT was one of the first companies to start pushing 1 1/8" headsets in 1990 or so and this is a 1".  The lead sled frame weighs in at about 6 and a half pounds but the tapered uncorrected fork and matching stem are sweet.  Its even got an internal brake cable.  The BB is super low--11 inches--so I scrape pedals even on my commute.  It barely clears the 2.0 street tires that came but this thing is super fast and very stable on the pavement and my feet are never far from the ground which is kind of nice when you hit the ice patches.  Came with mostly Suntour XCE and plastic coated Diacompe U brake/canti combo.  I swapped out those for some parts made of metal and swapped the "Oval-tech" (Suntour's cheap knockoff of Biopace) cranks for an LX with a 110 bolt circle and a sealed BB.  I swapped the flat bars for a bar with a huge rise and gave everything else a proper overhaul.  I think my favorite part is the seat...Its got a brown skin and a plate across the back that says TORNADO....yeah....the ass tornado.  Sometimes breathing new life into old bikes is at least as fun as building new ones.  I think I might just outfit this one with racks and make it my frame hauler as my powder coater is on the other side of town.

One of My Favorites

This past weekend was the GABA Fall Bike Swap in Tucson.  Its one of the coolest events I know of.  I've managed to make it down every other year since 2007 and this year held up to and exceeded all expectations.  We loaded up the Intergalactic Space Cruiser with bikes and parts and friends and art and some completely random items and some beers and cruised on down Friday to descend our rowdiness upon Tucson.  We started at Brain's house that evening.  A round of hot toddies led to a dumpster diving mission with Brain's two year old daughter.  Somehow mom allowed for this under the premise of life lessons to not waste.  I'd have to say it was pretty cool seeing someone so young carry eggplants from the garbage and place them into her bike trailer....and having a child along brings instant credibility to just about any situation.  We wound up back at Brain's house to cook our Thanks Veterans dinner and sat around the table well into the night laughing about stories of the past and watching the dog make out with the rocking horse.  Holding true to tradition, very little sleep was had.

Saturday.  4:30 wake up.  Coffee and bike swap.  We drove over and started setting up our table well before dawn.  We flew the pirate flag of course, representing ourselves proper.  Everything here must go.  We stole some saw horses from Brain's neighbor and some plywood from Brain's climbing wall and made a table.  People were picking over our stuff with headlamps.  Traditionally the pre-dawn hours are the best time to sell carbon fiber bits....unfortunately we only had one.  It was the last item sold of the day.  If someone left something on our table, like a cup or coffee or a pen, it was sold.  We successfully traded a dried out Sharpie for a banana that was sitting in some guy's pocket.  People were heckled into buying things they didn't even want.  We even gave buyer incentives:  A cuban cigar to he who buys the Kona or the VIKTOR torch set, ginger mints for random upscale sales,  foil antennae for those who need help communicating their purchases.  All told we had more fun than is safe at such an event and made our wallets fat doing it.  Next time....more drinking!

But seriously people, what's the deal here?  Why is it that we have to drive 250 miles to come to your town and make your bike swap such a good time.  Take the fun into your own hands and stop taking yourselves so seriously.  Where are the Tucson bike community locals that like to party and have a good time?  Surely you have things to sell too.  Why is it that so many square people are out on the streets selling off their back stock of spandex?  It doesn't take a whole lot of effort or party to have fun here.  Just try.  Show some excitement, its six city blocks of free bike swap!  Scrap the tents and the fancy displays and for God's sake, stop taking yourselves so seriously!

our ghetto fabulous table

check out this girl's rad moustache tattoo.  I don't know who she is or who her tattoo depicts, but she clearly knows how to have a good time.