A grip of my friends hit me up the other day to join them on a group mountain bike ride. I, of course, accepted. They said they would meet me at my pad in 30 minutes, so I headed out to the garage to ready my steed for the day’s adventure. A tam dirt loop was the plan, Rock Springs descent on the docket; my favorite fire road of all time. Now my mountain bike is a couple of years old. And while I do not abuse my equipment, I do certainly use it. And my mountain bike is a prime example.
I wiped down my chain and noticed that it was worn beyond healthy, decided it could handle one more ride. And upon inspecting my chainrings, I noticed a few teeth that were chipped or in one case even missing, decided it could handle one more ride. I pumped up my fork to the appropriate level, happy there was nothing wrong there. My rear shock … the same. I filled my water bottle and kitted up.
We hit the climb up Eldridge Grade and my finely tuned and kept equipment saw my chain wanting to jump into my spokes. Nice. Seriously time to tune that rig up. I dropped it down the cog one and settled in without any further hassle.