How it gets done

Sorry for the lack of truly interesting commentary as of late, but as it stands, bike season is pretty much over in our neck of the woods.

Sure, there's really cool stuff happening, like the delivery of the brand spanky Vassago Bandersnatches, the super grippy Nokian Gazza Extreme winter tires (which Stan's up nicely I hear) or the long awaited Schwalbe Racing Ralphs. It's all here. Kermit AIR 9s? Here. RIPs? Here. Fox forks? Here.


This is the time of year we hunker down, make tweaks, improve, plan, and try to not loose our minds.

One of the things we do, is get outdoors. Just because we don't ride bikes, doesn't mean we don't have fun. Sunday was no exception. A large and partly unplanned posse of some of my closest friends got to play in the snow together. There is nothing finer than blasting down one of New England's finest ski slopes surrounded by your friends.


It doesn't happen often.