RockShox news - RS1 in 27.5 and white, Monarch updates and more!

In a move which will surprise absolutely no-one, RockShox has announced their RS1 fork in a 27.5in size to go alongside the 29in fork already available. It’s got 42mm offset, and it’s available in 100 and 120mm options. Plus, it’s now available across the spectrum in Gloss White! Ooooooooooh.

Oooooooh. The upside down Stormtrooper look.

Everything else remains the same, including the Accelerator Damper, the Predictive Steering Interface and the price: £1,492.

The big RS is also updating the Monarch RT3 rear shock; a new compression piston will increase control at high shock speeds, a new poppet valve (great word that – ‘poppet’) will create a ‘more refined lockout feel’, and a new rebound damping circuit allows for oncreased oil flow and more adjustment range.

Different, and yet curiously the same

The OneLoc fork remote replaces the current PushLok, and apparently provides ‘total control of your fork at your fingertips’, with more leverage.
According to the release it has ‘countless mounting options (left and right, below or above the bar, tall or standard clamp)’ – no, wait, I’ve just counted them. But anyway, it makes it ‘an ideal companion for SRAM’s drivetrain, brakes and RockShox’s Reverb remote.’ Like a fine wine with your handlebar meal. Erm.

The old switcheroo

And finally, the Maxle is going Stealth. It’s available in a variety of widths (100mm, 110mm and 150mm), it’s almost 50% lighter than a standard Maxle Lite, is installed with a 6mm Allen key, and is available for SID, Reba, REvelation, Bluto and Pike.

It’s an axle, people. A minimal Maxle, if you will.

You can get your greasy mitts in this stuff in May, apart from the RS1s, which will be available in June.

More details here.

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