I'm proud of what you/we accomplished Dustin. We truly started out knowing absolutely nothing about carbon fibre to making great product within 6 months to market. I remember you coming into my place of work at the time and saying, "I have an idea". Although our stars didn't align, I'm proud to be employee number one.
I'm in the interior, where smooth & long dirt roads outnumber paved ones, so it only makes sense to own a gravel bike here. I would never own if I lived on the coast, as it would never get used.
Gravel riding blurs the line with bike packing/adventure biking waaaay more than gravel/light duty mountain biking. At least, that's how I envision gravel riding to align itself in the market.
I'm never one to needlessly suffer, so maybe that's why I would never take my gravel bike on technical singletrack. Unless I was connecting points, as Cooper said.
The best analogy for me would be motocross bikes vs adventure/dual sport bikes.
My sentiments exactly.
I'm semi immersed into the gravel scene now, after nearly 3 decades on knobbies. I love the different perspective that curly bars and smaller tires gives me - it opens up new possibilities to see the world by bicycle. But one thing I have learned about myself is that I don't quite understand the grey areas that people are using their gravel bikes for. If the trail requires front suspension or tires approaching 2" wide, why not just use a hardtail mountain bike? To me, gravel is gravel. Dirt roads and long distances (and not much else). Mountain bikes are so much more versatile when venturing into singletrack. To me, gravel bikes are essentially road bikes with wider bars & tires and more forgiving gearing. Is that just me?
My first bike purchased from a bike shop was a '95 Univega Alpina 503
I recall racing a national DH at Tremblant and on the course was a super sketchy off camber rock face covered in green slime. Nobody was riding it clean. I stepped up to the plate after bragging about having the North Shore as my training grounds. Then the moment my front tire hit the slime, I was sliding on my ass down the face before I even realized what had happened. I had to eat a very large crow, taste an entire humble pie, as I sheepishly coasted to the bottom of the run. Wouldn't trade the experience for anything.
So true, and knowing about these big secrets that were going down in our backyards was something special to witness or even hear about. I loved the mysticism around secret lines and what was being done on them. That's why I compare that era to Dogtown, the similarities are hard to miss.
Cheers buddy, appreciate it
100% true. Thank you
Nah, you had a part to play
I had a Mt. Tam. I loved that bike. Great geometry for the time.
I ride bicycles, but now the gravelly kind
I've always wanted a Service Honda CR500. What a bike!