Ed stole Chipps’ Ibis Mojo and never gave it back. Here’s what he made of it.
Like the whole “Five A Day” thing, I’m aware that I should eat certain things more frequently than I do.
When Benji moved away from The Valley last year (shock horror!) he suddenly found himself in the market for a type of bicycle he’d never needed/wanted before… a commuting bike.
The RC405 is a floating pivot design; the rear triangle is attached to the front by two pairs of linkages (similar to Santa Cruz, Intense, Iron Horse and Giant designs). Where the RC405 is a bit different is that the rear shock is not anchored to the front triangle – it sits between the leading ends of the linkages (imagine a finger and thumb squeezing a jelly bean).
Standing in the queue for the bike-park gondola I compared my Solo Air to a triple-clamp fork on someone else’s late 90’s downhill bike. With 35mm stanchions the single crown Lyric made the other fork look weedy. To have a fork that is as strong as Popeye, literally bulging in the fork lowers to accommodate big bushings, while staying relatively light (2313g) is just fantastic.
When you find that nearly everyone you meet is doing a double-take at your new purchase you know it’s either because you’ve bought something quite stupid, or you’ve chosen one of those products that attracts attention for all the right reasons.
Are you a saddle dropper? If not, why not? The usual reply is “I can’t ride with my saddle down”. This confuses me greatly. What advantage to bike handling can there possibly be in having a saddle wedged up your crotch?
Those of us with fat head tubes have traditionally only had two choices when it came to 1.5-into-1 1/8th headsets: cheap and nasty ball-bearing ones that weigh a ton and go rusty after about three rides, or very expensive ones that are okay.
My body is definitely getting old. If it’s not, then I’m getting a lot weaker. There was a time when I’d sleep straight on the ground or with a thin Karrimat. There was a time where dossing in a phone box would do as well or the nearest gutter but time, like my hairline, moves on…