I’ll have gotten nearer than ever to manifesting my “Street Bike Splendid,” however on this harsh, unforgiving world you want greater than that, which is why I even have my “All Bets Are Off” bike:
I like the texture of pavement beneath my skinny tires and cork tape in my naked fingers, however when the temperature dips into the kids and twenties on the American Freedom Levels™ scale, that’s once I head into the woods on the Jones. And sure, I do know for a lot of of you these temperatures barely warrant placing on lengthy sleeves:
However to me it’s fairly chilly, what can I say? Sorry, I’m not from Greenland–although possibly I’ll transfer there once we annex it. Hey, the using seems fairly good, and I wager the Jones could be good:
Everytime you see a Crimson Bull helmet you already know one thing pointless goes to occur:
[“Hey, look at me, I’m on top of a rock!”]
A part of me finds trials using spectacular, and a part of me thinks they simply appear like they’re humping and teabagging all the things in sight.
In any case, now that winter’s right here in earnest I’ve been leaning fairly closely on the Jones, and because of my strategic location I’ve trails just about proper out my again door. So when it’s frigid and blustery and snowing prefer it has been this week, using continues to be enjoyable:
For awhile there it was additionally trying prefer it was going to be an all-Jones vacation break, as a result of the primary few days of it had been snowy and chilly:
Temperatures had been barely authorized, although due to the plus-sized tires I had no purpose to be nonplussed:
Bike path not cleared? No drawback in any respect:
In fact as soon as that snow begins to soften issues get messy, however with fenders the Jones could be positively unstoppable:
I actually ought to do this, although set up looks as if a little bit of a course of. Within the meantime, my Designated Fender Bike is the Homer:
It is smart for the Homer to put on the fenders within the household since I exploit it for all the things from metropolis transportation to road-type rides, so no matter I really feel like doing if it’s moist I’m ready. In a means the Homer is the stunt double for all my different bikes, since it will probably stand in for just about any of them in a pinch–apart from the Jones, after all. The indomitability of the Jones is such that I removed all my different mountain bikes, together with my customized singlespeed:
And its finances parts-bin counterpart:
Wait, I’ll have gotten that backwards.
Both means, whereas calling the Jones a “mountain bike” is like calling Rivendell “old style” in that it actually misses the purpose, it will probably clearly do mountain bike issues, and having allotted with all its opponents it now stands alone within the wing ready for an additional off-road bike silly sufficient to return and struggle it.
It is going to in all probability be ready a very long time.
