I could have gotten nearer than ever to manifesting my “Street Bike Superb,” however on this harsh, unforgiving world you want greater than that, which is why I even have my “All Bets Are Off” bike:
I really like the texture of pavement underneath my skinny tires and cork tape in my naked arms, however when the temperature dips into the kids and twenties on the American Freedom Levels™ scale, that’s after 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 perhaps I’ll transfer there once we annex it. Hey, the driving seems to be fairly good, and I wager the Jones can be good:
Everytime you see a Pink Bull helmet one thing pointless goes to occur:
[“Hey, look at me, I’m on top of a rock!”]
A part of me finds trials driving spectacular, and a part of me thinks they only seem like they’re humping and teabagging the whole lot 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, driving remains 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 have been snowy and chilly:
Temperatures have been barely authorized, although because of the plus-sized tires I had no motive to be nonplussed:
Bike path not cleared? No drawback in any respect:
After all as soon as that snow begins to soften issues get messy, however with fenders the Jones can be positively unstoppable:
I actually ought to do this, although set up looks like 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 the whole lot 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 could stand in for just about any of them in a pinch–aside 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 price range parts-bin counterpart:
Wait, I could have gotten that backwards.
Both means, whereas calling the Jones a “mountain bike” is like calling Rivendell “old-fashioned” in that it actually misses the purpose, it could clearly do mountain bike issues, and having distributed with all its opponents it now stands alone within the wing ready for one more off-road bike silly sufficient to come back and struggle it.
It is going to in all probability be ready a very long time.
