I’ve cut down on bikes, that’s a bit like saying “I used to smoke 50 a day, but through sheer willpower, I’m down to 48“.
Update: December 2016.
Every year you’ll find this page long divorced from any one of recognisable reality. Instead it’s elbows deep in broken promises, ridiculous rationale and all sorts of fresh metal presented as clothes on an omnipotent emperor.
After 10 years of this blog, you deserve a little better. Any talk of ‘strategy’, ‘progression’ or even ‘alcohol based purchase insanity’ must be consigned to the bin of delusion, the skip of stupidity, the crash of commercialism.
Let’s instead cut to the chase. The fat bike was nothing more than the gateway drug to the call of the chubby and everything else fell to the wayside. Except my road bike per which no longer have any direct ownership. Lent it to a mate. He lent it to someone else. No idea where it is now. Probably for the best.
Oh details then. Dune, skinny stache and Pyga have gone. Chubby stache and Flare Max sort of took their place. For a while anyway
The door continues to revolve.
Cotic Flare-Max-new. Will get old the amount I’m riding it.
Trek Stache Chubby– fun, fun, fun on both 29+ and 27.5+. Obviously I have both.
Boardman Team CX. Basically a pub bike, ridden a total of 50km this year. That’s 50km more than the road bike.
Sold Jess’s bike as well as she kept growing. But coming up 16, bikes are not here no. 1 thing right now…