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I've been riding my new Pugsley a lot since I got it. Almost daily, I'd say.

And the simple fact of the matter is: There is a lot to love about this bike. And just a little to get used to. And pretty much nothing that's too-terribly-bad about it. Safe to say, of all my bikes, none gets rode harder or (quite literally) gets put away wetter than my Pugsley.

Pugsley by Surly from Rivendell Reader #39
Reproduced with permission

In spring 2007 Rivendell Bicycle Works ran an article in issue #39 of their quarterly newsletter, The Rivendell Reader, about the Surly Pugsley, which, at the time, was basically a brand-new kind of production-bike, designed to be ridden over rough terrain and in sand and snow.

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/Nikkor lenses) and bikes (non-specifically 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).

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.
A handshake.
And done.
I loaded the bike on to the rack on the back of my van and we were off to the donut shop to celebrate!

The Surly Pugsley is, plain-and-simple, 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.

The stock spec on the Pugsley is super-impressive, most especially the 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-serviceable, and, the shifters anyway, are darn good-looking, as well.

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 ~~couple of~~ nice upgrades to the bike as well, installing a sweet Surly rear rack ~~and spendy kevlar-beaded, 120-tpi Larry 3.8" and Endomorph 3.7" tires front and rear.~~ Very cool.

I've made just a couple small changes myself to the bike in the first two weeks I've owned it. I had a little problem with the stock black-anno Kalloy seatpost slipping a bit on each ride, so I switched it out to a less-fancy brushed-silver one, which, along with a good greasing of bolt, collar, and post, has solved that problem nicely. Likewise, I put 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.

Getting used to the 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 than 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 decent climbing tire, although it's stopping power at-speed leaves more than a little to be desired.

In dry sand, as well as in our local, seasonal six-inch-deep June-moondust, the bike really shines, mitigating both trail-factors to the point of zero, essentially causing them to disappear beneath the tires' massive girth.

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!

UPDATE: 25 July 2016

Well, the Endomorph and the Larry didn't last long. After just a couple months riding my "new" Pugsley back in 2013 they were quickly replaced with a Nate and a Knard, both far superior tires for real riding around here, especially by comparison. The Endomorph was, in truth, a mostly terrible tire in nearly all conditions, and the Larry wasn't much better, being among the sketchiest front tires I've ever ridden, most notably in snow where it often wandered this way or that without warning, as if it really did have a mind of its own. The Nate and the Knard on the other hand are both exceptionally trail-worthy tires and, having ridden them for the last couple-three years, in all four seasons, and every condition imaginable, I feel confident in recommending them.

For what it's worth, the Endomorph is now mounted on my Dirtuni mountain unicycle, where it excels as a high volume, low pressure wheel for this super capable rig. The Larry should be in the trash, but it's not. It's hanging from the ceiling in the garage with all the other back-stock take-off tires that I will probably never use.

The hefty, stock Pugsley fork has been replaced with a carbon Fatback fork, which saved a few ounces, maybe pounds, but required waaay too much effort to upgrade, something I should have paid attention to before making the deal to buy this fancy fork from a friend. Had to re-lace and re-dish the entire front wheel because the Fatback is non-offset. And had to spacer the front brake rotor because the brake bosses on the Fatback fork are for front-standard brake mounts (duh) and the Surly wheels are using rear hubs front and rear, a difference of about 2-3mm. Fortunately, presta washers are more-or-less exactly the spacing I needed to get everything to line up, so I mounted one behind each bolt on the rotor and: voila! Worked like a charm.

The Surly rack has mostly been unmounted for years. Not for any other reason than I've had little need to install it. It's a lovely rack, beefy and well made, but I haven't needed to carry much on my rides the last three years that I haven't been able to carry on my back. And the rack as-is is not much good as a fender. I cut up an old waterbottle and modded my own fatbike fender a season or two ago, and it works just fine; keeps the mud off my back, which is about all I ever ask of a good fender.

Also, about a year ago I replaced the flat alloy Salsa MotoAce bar with the big sweep with a 15mm riser carbon Easton Monkey Lite bar with a less radical sweep that I like a whole lot better. Saved a couple ounces here, too, I guess. Drip-dried, the Pugs now weighs-in at 33.5 pounds.

Anyway, bottom-line: I still love my Pugs and I ride it a lot. It takes a ton of abuse and never seems to complain. It just goes and goes. Almost anywhere, in almost any conditions.

UPDATE: 04 October 2016

The opportunity presented itself recently to acquire for a very good price a second Pugsley (and a fourth Surly), a gently used (former rental) Park-Tool-blue model in a size befitting our 11-year-old daughter.

Needless to say, I did not turn away from this opportunity, and therefore soon took possession of said bike.

We are all quite stoked.

UPDATE: 20 May 2021

A buddy of mine knocked-off some rad classic Surly decals, from Surly's "Eat less dirt" era. I've affixed a set of black ones to the downtube of my Pugsley. I think they look awesome!

Between my last update and now, I've replaced the Pugsley's old-school, narrow handlebars. Wider is better, so now my controls are set at a comfortable, modern 725mm which matches the front-end setup I'm running on a bunch of my other bikes. I put a Thomson layback post on the bike not too long ago too, just to make things a little more comfortable for my bulk in the cockpit. I'm digging it.

Oh, and there's also now a Salsa flip-off quick-release lever on the seatpost. I ride most of my other go-to bikes with dropper posts these days, and it was getting to be really hard switching back to the Pugs without one. Rather than install a new dropper and lose the comfy position that the layback post has me in, I decided to just put a QR on so I could manually lower my seat for the downhills. It's working out okay. It takes a couple extra seconds on both ends, but I'm never going anywhere so urgently on the Pugs that I don't have the time to stop and do this whenever I need to. I put a tiny little silver scratch in the Thomson's black anno finish so I know exactly what height to put the saddle at when I raise it back up. I'm kinda smart like that sometimes.

Had to replace the giant Pugsley bottom bracket prior to this winter season. The old one finally gave up the ghost, was almost fully seized, having been through a thousand iterations of being rid hard and put away wet. Yuck! Fortunately, you can still get new parts for the Pugs like the Sram Howitzer bottom bracket. It wasn't cheap, but Amazon had it, and it bolted right on easy-peasy and seems to be working fine. So yay!

Lastly, I'm now running 3.8 Nates front and rear. For the variable condition winter riding (mud, snow, ice, dry dirt, all in the same ride sometimes) that we get around here these days I've decided this is the best setup yet... They dig in for solid traction, shed any kind of sticky shit quickly without clogging, and provide relatively predictable control even in the slop. Not bad, Nate. Not bad at all.

UPDATE: 20 November 2021

Suddenly single, slimmed down, and just as sexy as ever. Living her truth at a svelte thirty-three-point-three-three pounds.

3.0:1 gain ratio, 41.6 gear inches

When we got married in January of 1997 they closed the bike shop for the afternoon so that everyone could attend our wedding. That was pretty special, and not something that I can recall them doing very often, if ever again, otherwise. It was great to have everyone there (except for Ken, who's mother was getting married back-East on the same day) to celebrate with us. Their presence alone surely would have been sufficient to please us.

Nevertheless, we were made doubly-happy at our reception when they presented us with an unexpected "shop gift" which they had all chipped-in together to purchase for us: a brand new Specialized Deja Two tandem mountain bike frame.

In my opinion it remains, without a doubt, the most satisfying and enduring gift we got that day, rivaled, of course, only by our abiding love for one another.

My wife agrees.

And we have spent hundreds of hours together on our tandem (occasionally with our kid attached by Trail-a-Bike, too), all over the southwest, during the past 16+ years, reaffirming both of these facts.

Thanks, again, Absolute Bikes-friends!

Thanks, as well, to our friend Chris, who "sold" us his old crank-reducers (I've yet to pay him for them... for like four years), these days it's pretty much my daughter and I who ride the tandem together. It's kinda become "our thing" and a wonderful means for spending time together, just the two of us, doing something we both enjoy.

She's become a great little stoker and already knows the local trail system like a native (which she is). Her endurance continues to impress me as well. We can turn around a 15-mile loop without complaint or fatigue in a little over an hour together, talking the entire time, motoring up hills, and descending like fiends, whooping at the top of our lungs!

Fact: I've never once returned from any tandem ride, ever, either with my wife or my kid, unsatisfied or wishing that I'd ridden by myself.

I read or heard somewhere, once-upon-a-time, that Specialized's tandems were fabricated by American Bicycle Manufacturing in the early 1990s. The Deja Two's big, beautiful welds and the unique derailleur hanger certainly support this contention.

Our tandem's basic build has changed very little over the years, since I initially put it together shortly after our wedding.

Ken built the wheelset for me, Mavic hoops on high-flange XT tandem hubs. Shimano DX top-mount thumbies, XT front and rear derailleurs, plus first-generation XT v-brakes are all adequate equipment most of the time. A Ritchey tandem crankset, a Specialized stoker-stem, and a Rock Shox Duke (perfectly color-matched out of the box, natch) round out the very basic, no-frills parts mix that's served us well, with very few failures, for more than 16 years now.

For the record: our tandem's staying in the family. There's no other bike in the garage that we would be less inclined to sell, no matter how much we might need the money. It's a part of our family, like a good dog or a cherished heirloom. In fact, our daughter's already asked us to promise to give her our tandem when she has kids of her own so that she can take them riding when they're big enough to stoke for her.

That's pretty high-praise, I think.

And, one thing's for certain: we will.