That thing I wanted to "test" this weekend:
So yeth, I wanted a good run at it on Saturday, but yeth, I was doomed to fail before I made it to the official weekend.
I got the email that my long awaited Fox Step Cast 32 fjork arrived at the shop on Friday. So my plan to run home, eat, shower, head to the directly to the Booty Loop to spectate... foiled. Must has the precious.
The Pie assisted me in making all my dreams come true. The fjork at the house, and then me off to the Booty Loop. At first, the luau party was mostly people less dirty than the individuals that I find myself in the company of on any normal evening. Me thinking about my fjork being at home alone... in a box in a dark room. Sadness. I could be putting it on my bike right now.
But then the dirty people started to trickle in. Before I know it, I've joined the Spoke Easy mayhem on the Col de Hopedale.
And then it's 12:30AM. Shit.
Go home, toss my personal effects asunder and go to bed.
Up early and fight my way through the self-induced brain fog. Coffee.
Grab the tools of the non-trade.
Basil said he would join me on my ride later that morning. Mount up the fork with not much ado... prolly one of the easier things to do for the home mechanic that found a pipe cutter in the ditch. Guess at the settings on all the knobs and such and head out the door.
Noble goals of riding the whole 30 miles at the USNWC. Head towards the north loops first... Figure 8 is closed. Shit. There's a drop-off on that loop that I know if I was ever gonna bottom a fjork out on, that's where I'd do it... meh.
We wind our way over to the Thread Trail. Hop on Academy. My head hurts. My tummy has sympathy pains. It's either the heat, my dehydrated state going into this ride, hangover leftovers, of not enough food in the last 24 hours. Trbl. I can't remember the last time I felt this no bueno.
I cut my ride off at right around 16-17 miles. Ded.
As long as I can call sleeping for an hour and a half in the middle of the day a "nap."
Wake up covered in drool. Come to the realization that the reason that I hate napping so much is because I hate getting out of bed, so why would I do it twice in one day?
Anyways, gonna need more ride time on the fjork to figure it out and whether or not we work well together. Comparing it to the plush but solid ride of a Pike or a rigid crabon ENVE frok isn't really apples to oranges by any means.
Watts) on a mile longer course last year. I also remember selling that fjork (that I'd only had for a month) right after the race.
History, good or bad, will repeat itself.
Anyways, about that fjork.
Everything I read before I bought it said that clearance is supposed to be restricted to 2.3 tires, but...
Groovy how they did this:
I'd planned on stickering over the back of the arch because I hate mud buildup in the nooks and crannies, but...
Srsly. If there was a way to save weight, they did it. Check out my red knob.
photo cred: BasilPhoto snapped on impact. Results?
I've got two to three more rides max before SSUSA and then I leave for Duwango Tango Mancation '16... and then two days later I'm on my way to the Shenandoah Mountain 100.
Plenty of time (not really).
More about my going pear-shaped on an oval-shaped ring later this week.