I could have gotten nearer than ever to manifesting my “Highway 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 really like the texture of pavement below my skinny tires and cork tape in my naked palms, 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 perhaps I’ll transfer there once we annex it. Hey, the using seems fairly good, and I wager the Jones could be excellent:
Everytime you see a Crimson 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 using spectacular, and a part of me thinks they simply appear to be they’re humping and teabagging every little thing in sight.
In any case, now that winter’s right here in earnest I’ve been leaning fairly closely on the Jones, and due to 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 downside in any respect:
After all as soon as that snow begins to soften issues get messy, however with fenders the Jones could be positively unstoppable:
I actually ought to try 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 every little thing from metropolis transportation to road-type rides, so no matter I really feel like doing if it’s moist I’m ready. In a manner the Homer is the stunt double for all my different bikes, since it might probably 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 finances parts-bin counterpart:
Wait, I could have gotten that backwards.
Both manner, whereas calling the Jones a “mountain bike” is like calling Rivendell “old skool” in that it actually misses the purpose, it might probably clearly do mountain bike issues, and having disbursed with all its opponents it now stands alone within the wing ready for an additional off-road bike silly sufficient to come back and combat it.
It’ll most likely be ready a very long time.
