Well after the sad theft last Friday of my On one Tinbred 1×9, I was sooooo angry and couldnt get a proper sleep or anything, so Monday I bought my trusty 05 Stumpy FSR out for a blast, I was still fuming and it seems that is very good for your speed, cos I was mashing the big ring as hard as I could, as for long as I could and whenever I could around my 1 hour local loop, I was hitting turns faster than ever, the smooth and predictable handling of my old susser I had quite forgotten about, as it was usually reserved for going to Afan and bigger days etc, my lungs were bursting, my legs were burning, my only concern was I had trees and branches whiping at the stitches in my knee from a recent athroscopy.
Predictably I rekon I was 1 gear lower on the climbs, but must have been 2 higher on anything remotely bumpy, and way higher geared on the fast bits, all in all I finished the ride absolutely shattered, legs sore and stung, arms and everything aching from just hauling on the bars and letting it have it, would think it was a new PB as well, but as my computer was on the stolen bike I am not quite sure by how much.
Anyhow I ripped it again last night and though not quite the intesity of Mondays thrash, boy can that bike shift, its different to the old hardtail and I think I have re kindled a love afair for it that the last few years of concentrating on gettin the hartail up to spec had made me forget.
I will resist a gratuitous pic of my tricked out gaudy anodized FSR but its back and I love it.
The King is dead and long live the King..