Just because I’m in that kind of mood (what mood is that, exactly? I haven’t a clue) and because I have absolutely nothing else on tap that’s even remotely worth posting: here’s what the private parts of a 29’er singlespeed bike look like after it’s been trashed across 30 miles of Rwandan singletrack and back roads. That yummy red dust (think classic clay tennis courts — think Mars, if that’s how you roll) gets into everything and does all sorts of fun damage. Still, I guess I can’t blame the dust for the spoke I broke earlier this week… Thankfully, a good friend and fellow biker came through with a spoke that may be close enough in size that I can make it work. Otherwise, I’m in the market for a 292mm black-anodized mountain bike spoke (heck, it can be shocking pink for all I care).
Have a great weekend, hopefully there’ll be something more inspiring on tap next week.
