And not just because she's beautiful and funny and a great mother and a talented professional.
My wife is also super lucky. And it is this fact, frankly, that makes her extra-super-easy to love.
She is always winning things: caller-number-x prizes on the radio, auctions, pull-a-ticket-from-a-tub drawings, things like that. It's a little uncanny. But it's also fun. Because, by virtue of our marriage, I get to hang around with her.
And it's always fun to hang with a winner.
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Pugsley by Surly from Rivendell Reader #39
At that point in my life, I had worked for probably 10 of my summer "vacations" at a local bike shop and had, over the course of that time, through the shop's generous employee-purchase program, already bought two other Surly bikes, a Cross-Check and a Steamroller.
I am very fond of both of these somewhat unusual bikes and, even from the beginning, have always felt a real philosophical kinship with Surly's whole "thing," which is a lot like Rivendell's in a sense: quirky, utilitarian, and unperturbed by (if not openly defiant of) market-trends... but on a budget that's a bit more my speed. Plus, as a gatherer and rider of many other odd bikes, each with its own very definite and discrete purpose, the Pugsley immediately made total sense to me.
Needless to say, I wanted a Pugsley from the get-go.
But, my fiscal bottom line at the time, and during the ensuing six years for that matter, made purchasing the not-so-cheap Pugsley impossible. In fact, lately, I'd sorta come to the conclusion that a Pugsley and I were never meant to be together, despite my self-identified status as an ardent "follower" of all things Surly.
I browse around on Craigslist now and then, whenever the mood strikes, maybe a couple of times a month, usually looking at just two major categories which I find interesting: cameras (specifically looking at Nikon lenses) and bikes (nonspecifically looking at anything that sounds old-and-interesting). I almost never find anything worth making an offer on, and I even less frequently buy. But I like to look once in a while, just to see what's out there... to me, it's a lot like the online version of driving around to garage sales just because you're up early on Saturday morning.
About two weeks ago I was on Flagstaff-Sedona Craigslist late one night, when my wife walked into the room.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Craigs," I told her. "Bikes, mostly."
"Oh, yeah? Have you searched for "Pugsley" yet?"
"What? No." I told her, somewhat incredulously. "There won't be a Pugsley on Flagstaff Craigslist! I've maybe seen, like, one fat-bike on our Craigs. Ever."
"Well? Maybe there will be one tonight. Why don't you check?"
So I did. And there it was: Surly Pugley $900 (Greer).
Bam. See how lucky she is?
But, again, somewhat incredulously, I observed, "Seriously. Only nine-hundred bucks? For a Pugsley?! It must be thrashed." But, after clicking on the listing, and looking at the seller's pictures of the bike, it became very apparent that it was not. Not at all. In fact it looked to be in near-mint condition.
I quickly sent an email to the seller: "What size is the Pugsley?" And waited impatiently for a response, which did not come until the next morning.
"John-it's an 18" frame. Mike."
Mike and I haggled a little bit via email over the course of the day. Not so much about price as about logistics. You see, Greer is a long way away from Flagstaff, a little over four hours driving. In the end we agreed to meet half-way, in the little town of Holbrook, in the parking lot of the local Taco Bell, and for that he agreed to drop his price to $850.
My family and I drove over to Holbrook early the next day and arrived a couple minutes early. Mike, a friendly-looking older guy, was already there with the bike strapped carefully to a rack on the back of his truck. It looked even cleaner in person than it had looked in the ad online.
A quick inspection and a spin around the empty parking lot.
A brief exchange of cash.
Some small talk.
I loaded the bike on to the rack on the back of my van and we were off to the donut shop to celebrate!
There is a lot to love about this bike.
And a little to get used to.
And pretty much next to nothing too-terribly-bad about it.
In fact, it's really an unmitigated hoot to ride and perhaps should get the award for being the most just-plain-fun bike to ride that I've ever ridden. Ever. And that's sayin' something.
Avid BB7 mechanical disc brakes and Microshift top-mounted thumb shifters. Both of these simple pieces of equipment do exactly what they are intended to do without unnecessary complication and without fail every time. They're sensible, functional, and field-servicable, and, the shifters anyway, are darn good-looking, as well.
Specialized Epic 29er.
In addition to the very square deal Mike gave me, price-wise, for what I had assumed would be a bone-stock Pugsley, Mike had also made a
Specialized Phenom saddle on it, and removed the stock flat pedals and replaced them with an old set of Onza pedals, which are both always my saddle- and pedal-of-choice.
And I don't care what you think of that.
Q-factor created by the 100mm bottom bracket shell has taken some time, but mostly because it makes coercing the bike through otherwise passable-but-narrow gaps between rocks and logs really challenging in a new, sorta scrape-and-grind kind of way. The 17-degree sweep of the Salsa MotoAce handlebars also took a little getting used to, too. And, albeit more mentally than physically, it's been a little hard to get my head around riding a bike that tips the scales at nearly 37.5 pounds.
Nevertheless, the bike handles in a far less-cumbersome way that I anticipated, when both climbing and descending... just as the old Rivendell article implied it would. It feels a lot more like a "normal" bike than I expected it to, especially at speed, when it jumps on to a set of invisible rails and simply charges down swoopy singletrack, feeling a lot more like a moto than a bicycle.
When climbing, it's best to just sit-in and spin upward. With the tire pressure set at about 10psi, the bike will ascend just about anything you can stay seated for, no matter how dusty and loose. The Endomorph is a great climbing tire, although it's stopping power at-speed leaves more than a little to be desired.
On humpy rocky techy trails at slow speed it's super cush and the fat tires inspire new-found confidence and capability at every turn. When cruising down this same kind of trail, the bike handles heroically, like almost any other 26" wheeled bike, counter-steering well into loose quick turns, railing in the chicanes, and hopping surprisingly deftly, despite it's heft, over minor obstructions. But, be advised: the Pugsley can get a little squirrelly at speed in the rocky-techy stuff if you allow the big soft tires to start bouncing around.
Bottom-line: I am thrilled with my new Surly Pugsley! While not without its quirks, it's easily an all-around win in my book.
Y'all should getcha some!
Can't wait to ride it in the snow!
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