Sunday, July 24, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
|Three Surly amigos.|
I've always thought of the Cross-Check as being the chameleon of bikes, able to do just about anything and to adapt to changing surroundings at will. Depending on the components it has worn, mine has spent portions of its life as a cross bike, a road bike, a mustachioed ersatz Rivendell, a svelte-tired 29er mountain bike, and a few other iterations in between. Taking a look at the differences and similarities of our three Cross-Checks and their individualized builds further supports the chameleon hypothesis.
My Cross-Check still rides like new, and whenever I revamp the components or shuffle between gearing formats, I get a new bike all over again. For a bike addict, that could just about be the perfect situation. Now if only I could figure out a way to run the recently announced 4.5 inch Surly Big Fat Larry tires on my Cross-Check, I could stop daydreaming about adding another bike to the ranch.
Upon my return home, I took out my other Surly for a ride, carrying the whole family with me on the Big Dummy.
|This unusual point of view was afforded by the rear-most rider.|
|My co-pilots on the Big Dummy for the evening.|
|Self portrait by Goldilocks.|
|This captures the mood after a circuit on the dirt trail.|
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
|'How many?' now requires two hands to answer.|
|My co-pilots were quick converts to the virtues of the Big Dummy.|
|Cruising through the grass in a fancy dress on a dirt bike.|
Thursday, July 7, 2011
|A very wet bean green Cross Check. Although it may not be apparent in the photo, I'm drenched to the skin.|
Since the beginning of the year, I've been loosely keeping track of notable factors of my bike riding. One of those factors is weather related. In February, I rode during what was likely the coldest day of the year. After today, it's now probably safe to say that I've ridden on the wettest day of the year. I don't know what the rain total was, as I don't often watch the news, but I do know that I encountered several places downtown where the water was up to the hubs of my faithful old Surly Cross Check. I also know that the rain was pouring down in such copious amounts that I wouldn't have been much wetter if I'd been swimming instead of riding. In the end, it's difficult to complain about any rain in our semi-arid region, and riding through puddles with a fender-equipped bike is always fun.
|Sister-in-law Jennie (on the right) accurately referred to our group as a peloton. Brother-in-law Jeff (center) showed off some bunny-hopping for his boys. Nieces and nephews experimented with dirt biking. Way to go with all the cool bike stuff!|