Ladies and gentlemen; Back From The Dead! I give you the all new P7!It’s a completely re-vamped hardcore ripper, unrecognisable from its predecessor – which was last produced around 4 years ago. You want numbers? It’s made from Reynolds 525 tubing, and comes with a 142×12 back end, ISCG mounts, a 44mm head tube and 30.9 seat tube.
This example has different coloured graphics either side; red on the left and white on the right. We like – what do you reckon?
Here’s a shot of the red ones.
There’s routing for a stealth dropper, too (and a 73mm BB shell).
Here’s a shot of the Renthal cockpit, which is bolted to a pair of Pikes. The P7 comes with a 65 degree head angle, and the M has a rangy 620mm top tube. They’re available from in sizes from Small all the way up to Extra Large. Tidy.
The aluminium Crush has been made more modern too – it’s longer, and more slack. It’s designed for a 140mm fork. And the back has gone 142×12.
Internal dropper routing, too. They’re available from £1400.
The 324 was launched at Ft Bill a few weeks ago, but it’s now available to EVERYONE! £4,200 gets you a RockShox sprung one, and this one with Fox front and back will set you back £4,900.
There’s nothing new about the Alpine 160 apart from the paint. And we love this colour; it’s ‘Mountain Mint’, apparently.
Clockworks are longer now – 20mm in the top tube and the wheelbase. The 27.5 one also benefits from a degree extra slack in the head tube, to knock it down to 67 degrees.
Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome.
He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable.
Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles.
He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds.
He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.