Salsa Cycles are Coming to Yawp!

Yes, Salsa bikes are on their way to Yawp!

We're stoked to be carrying these bikes, and though you may be familiar with Salsa bikes already, we've already talked our own ears off about them so we might as well write a blog.

First of all, if you're a huge fan of Surly you may be feeling a little bit strange about this. You may be thinking, "Hey, I bought a Surly from Yawp! because you said they were rad, and now you're bringing in this other brand. Did you really mean what you said?"

Well, Surlys are rad, and we'll keep saying how rad they are. We meant it and mean it. You'll probably see us riding Salsa bikes some of the time, but does that mean we like Surly any less? No way! Are we going to get our Surly face tattoos removed? Never. Are all three of the people who work here in the middle of building up new Surly bikes for themselves? Yes! That's basically a constant.

As you may know, Salsa's motto is "adventure by bike." What does that mean? It can be difficult to describe, because adventure means different things to different people. Some people consider adventure to be spending months on their bikes, traversing a country. For others, adventure is a full day at Buff Creek. Saying "adventure by bike" is a little bit like saying "adventure by pants." You can adventure in almost any kind of pants (save perhaps accordion pants). Obviously, some pants are better than others if adventuring in pants is your thing. And that's where Salsa comes in.

We like adventures. As a shop, we've been fortunate to have some grand adventures both big and small. We're excited to add Salsa to our lineup because they'll nicely compliment what we already carry, and help support the part of the shop that is oriented toward adventure.

Adventure! (There happens to be a Salsa in this picture).

Adventure! (He happens to be riding a Salsa, too).

Adventure!

Adventure!

In many ways, Surly is an industry leader. We have them to thank for production fat bikes, plus-size wheel platforms, and a host of other innovations that are now being used by many other manufacturers. Because they make only steel bikes, many people associate the brand with retro-grouches and maybe even hippies, but in many ways they are at the front of the industry. In contrast, Salsa makes a majority of their bikes out of aluminum and carbon. They design bikes that are more appropriate for racing. They make full-suspension mountain bikes. In these ways, they are more in line with current trends.

There are flashy bikes that don't ride well, and we won't carry those. There are innovative bikes that ride poorly, and we don't want anything to do with those, either. For example, here's another bike designed around adventure:

Maybe these are rad. Certainly a few folks out there will buy them and love them. Great! They won't buy them here because they appear gimmicky to us, and we have concerns about that chainring gnarling a face here and there. While Salsa is flashier and faster to hop on trends than Surly, they ride exceptionally well. And that's what the whole darn thing is about, right? Salsa's Redpoint is a full suspension bike with 150mm of travel, and it climbs like a total champ (this is coming from a rigid bike and hardtail fanatic, mind you). 

Salsa is a brand of considerable renown, so you may be familiar with their bikes already. If you're not, we're going to talk about a few that we're excited about.

The Timberjack

his aluminum hardtail comes with either 29er wheels for $999 or with 27.5+ wheels for $1399. This thing is going to rip. A good friend Bobby from District Cycles in Oklahoma says about this bike, "If you have $700 to spend on a bike, you owe it to yourself to have a garage sale and spend $999."

The Horsethief/Pony Rustler

The Horsethief (named after the popular Fruita trail) has been a favorite for years, and it's one of the most capable, all-around trail bikes. It has 120mm travel in the rear and 130mm up front. The Pony Rustler is the same frame but with 27.5+ wheels. Both models come in aluminum and carbon. If bike rides were mornings, this bike would be fuzzy bunny slippers.

The Redpoint

This is a 150mm travel bike that, as I mentioned, climbs so well that a hardtail fanatic will be all sorts of giggly about it. Judging from the length of its travel, it should be in the "enduro" bike category, but it sure doesn't climb like one. The bike was designed for exploring the backcountry, for getting into and out of places that are unknown. It comes in carbon and aluminum. 

The Woodsmoke

This bike can run many different wheel sizes, which makes it difficult to talk about concisely. It's a rippin' hardtail and a bikepacking phenomenon. There's room for a "yhuge" frame bag. The chainstays are about as long as your finger. If you've ridden 29+ before, this is wholly unlike whatever you rode. 

Hey, does the Woodsmoke make anybody else think of these:

Salsa bikes will start showing up in the store in a few weeks, and more models will appear later this year and early in the spring. Yeah!

That's a pretty brief introduction, but there are about a million places on the internet already with good information about these bikes. For starters, you can look over Salsa's website here. Remember, follow the steps and hang in there. Salsa is easy to learn!

What's in Your Bag

We're starting a new blog series called What's in Your Bag in order to see what people carry with them when they ride. Many riders have been stranded miles from home or the trailhead and tend to tailor the gear they carry to prevent repeat disasters. Maybe you'll see something that someone else carries and realize you should be carrying it too. Maybe you'll just enjoy snooping through other peoples' stuff.

North St. Clinton 20L backpack. We brought these in a few weeks ago and have been impressed. We'll post a review dedicated to these bags soon.

Brooks saddle cover. It's pretty dry in Colorado, but sometimes it does rain and your leather saddle turns into a piece of lunchmeat. 

Lights and charging cord. Great for looking under the couch. Also pretty good for riding bikes at night.

Earphones. Not always a great idea, but sometimes they're a great idea. We wrote a blog about earphones once, and you can read it here.

Wool shirt. For cold times.

Clear glasses. For dark times. And cloudy times.

Stickers. There are surfaces in the world that could use improvement.

Wallet.

Pens.

Surly Junk Strap. One of the handiest thing to always have with you. Forget your belt? Don't have enough hands to carry the six-pack you just bought? Need a dog leash? There are a million uses for this thing.

Two blank books. Because I dislike iPhones.

Wool skullcap and wool gloves. These things stay in the bottom of the bag all year because it can be cold in July.

Tool kit: tube, business card, dollar bill (tire boot), multi-tool, SRAM quicklinks.

Sharpies. 

Knife. 

Lunch. Everybody likes lunch. 

The Yawp! Company in Steamboat Springs

The Yawp Company recently rode bikes in Steamboat Springs. 

We missed a lot of good TV to watch some stupid clouds.

This is some kind of mass-produced chimney log. It burns when wet and makes a fire easy to start and doesn't put out much smoke. All I can think of as I watch it burn is what's probably the most famous doodle in Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions.

Campfires notwithstanding, it was cold on top of Rabbit Ears Pass. 

Despite the chilly morning temperatures, we were able to make our 9am start happen by 10am, which is pretty darn good. 

Judging by the angle of the shadows, it must be no-one-gives-a-damn-o-clock.

There's a trail that starts at the top of Rabbit Ears Pass and winds all the way to the top of Steamboat Ski Area. It's a 30-mile, high alpine ride that ascends 1,800 feet and then descends 4,200 feet almost all at once. We had to put up with a lot of cliché scenery and good people, but we found the strength to persevere. Honestly, wildflowers, babbling creeks, and circling hawks? It has so been done. 

It's kind of unfair that places like this still exist. For the urbanite who has to pick the Doritos bags and french fry cartons out of the landscaping every morning and who has to breathe smog and get awakened by sirens and sit in traffic, seeing natural landscapes that make one use words like gorgeous and beautiful without embarrassment is really kind of a downer. We should quickly bulldoze all of this so that we can forget it ever existed, and get on with pretending that concrete and litter is our natural habitat.

Just when we thought no one had brought anything to make litter with, Darin saved the day.

The trail is surprisingly flat, given where it is, but there are a number of short, steep climbs that--in combination with the altitude and rocky terrain--leave a rider feeling pretty tired. This ride is for expert snackers only.

The climbs get rockier and looser, by the way, as you go, and just when you think you've reached the ski area and are about to descend, you have several loose, rocky climbs to go. 

This spot feels like the top of the world. To get here, you have to complete the day's toughest, loosest, rockiest climb, and it just doesn't look like there's any way to gain more altitude. You will, though. But then you'll be at the top of Steamboat Ski Area where you will enjoy one of the most spectacularly endless descents we've had in recent memory. You'll descend (probably) Pete's and Sunshine Trails for an eternity before you even get to the top of Rustler's Ridge, which itself descends for an eternity (or at least an age).

It's difficult to explain the quality of this descent.

Because every trail has a beginning and an end, every ride therefore contains a narrative. Many of the rides I often get to enjoy do have a story, but it isn't a story in the grand tradition of Don Quixote or The Grapes of Wrath. The narratives of most of my rides are similar to the episodic, rambling narratives a five year-old might tell. "Well, first there was this one part with rocks and then a sludgy uphill and then a bird with a yellow tail flew by and then there were roots and I picked my nose," and etc. Conversely, this trail builds slowly like a long novel. It builds purposefully yet indirectly toward a climax. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, you're rewarded with a short descent or a picturesque vista. It gets tough. It gets tougher. Then there is, literally, a climax. And dang, the Sunshine Trail is a satisfying conclusion. It wraps up your questions and concerns. It schools you about life and makes you into a better, stronger person.

That's not the end of the story. At the top of Rustler's Ridge, you can see the town of Steamboat there below you, and you expect Rustler's Ridge to be a short and predictable epilogue, a useless addendum. It's not.

It's one of the most enjoyable swoopy, jumpy, berm-ed out, shredfests that I know about. You descend and descend and the town of Steamboat never gets any closer. We considered bailing on our Sunday ride and shelling out the $39 per person for a lift pass so we could shred this trail ALL DAY. Insanity. In retrospect, we should've done just that.

Instead, we rode some Emerald Mountain trails just south of town on Sunday. Morning Gloria was a pleasant climb with a low grade, varied terrain, and two billion aspen trees. 

Not Rustler's Ridge.

Also not Rustler's Ridge.

(Sigh) This isn't Rustler's Ridge either. 

Fun sign! Not Rustler's Ridge, though.

We descended NPR (No Pedaling Required). It was fine. It was not Rustler's Ridge. Still, it was riding bikes, and that ain't bad. 

Ian is in the river. This will surprise no one.

The Yawp! Company in Breckenridge

In July, the Yawp! Company went to Breckenridge. 

Because it's summer time in the shop, this blog is an entire Yawp! Company trip behind. This post will therefore be more picturebook than storybook. But here are some details:

On Friday we rode Kenosha Pass to Jefferson. You can read about our experience on this trail on Blackriver HERE. 

On Saturday we climbed up the Colorado Trail, which ran right past our campsite. This 4-mile climb was tough, to say the least. Was it worth it? Yes, it was. The shred-fest went on for a long, long time. There's no such thing as a descent that lasts for too long, but this one was almost long enough. Almost. We threw in a loop on Blair Witch and then descended the Colorado Trail down to the highway. (There are two trees on Blair Witch that are exactly 780mm apart, by the way, so you can knick both ends of your handlebars at the same time. Thrilling!)

We rode the bike path South into Breckenridge, and then climbed up toward the ski area to catch Peaks Trail. You can read our write-up about the awesome Peaks Trail on Blackriver HERE.

(I had to leave this trip early in order to go to Saddledrive, which you can read all about HERE.)

That's it. That's the whole trip. Although I want to tell you about a dream I had. 

But nobody else even tried.

Right before this trip I dreamed I was driving over an overpass. I cut an arc across a city that was as claustrophobic, endless, and dirty as the city in Blade Runner. As the automobile banked through the turn, the dream changed and the automobile was gone. The overpass became a slide. I became subject to the slide for a long time, sliding down steep sections and around disorienting corners until the open slide became a tunnel, flushing me onward until suddenly it deposited me in a field. 

I've heard it's unusual to see your feet in dreams, but looking down I saw my toes submerged two inches in a clear stream. I felt mud between them.

Wildflowers grew amongst the tall grasses and appeared and disappeared as the wind stirred flora. The city was barely apparent on the horizon. The feeling that my arrival in this place produced in me is difficult to describe; suffice it to say I am still moved now thinking about this dream.

I understood in the dream that the city was where I lived but the field was my home. I understood I was going to spend my life in that city and that I was going to die in it.

In the dream I desperately did not want that to be my future. I wanted to remain in the field. 

Even in the dream I didn't expect life to be all play and no work, but being asked to give up that field in order to return to the city seemed like too much. Then I began to wonder who it was who was asking that.

We're not sure why this sign exists, but we're glad it does.

A good place to dunk your head in the river.

Then my wife appeared in my dream to tell me I was snoring. I didn't mind because it was so good to see here there in the field.

Is he YAWPing? I think he is.

Ryan cramped up in a crowded restaurant. People stared. It was great!

It was just a dream and like all dreams it ended, but I haven't forgotten that Breckenridge is only an hour's drive away.

Saddledrive - New Surly Bikes

I like to think of myself as a minimalist or utilitarian or consumerism anarchist. I can get away with this kind of thinking because I own three pairs of pants. However, I own this koozie that looks like a handlebar grip and I'm drinking a Le Criox from it, so clearly I am to minimalism what Kanye West is to modest restraint. But hey, it's my life and I can live under whatever pretense I like. 

Anyway, I like to think of myself as minimalist. This makes me somewhat at odds with the bicycle industry, which puts itself through annual contortions to come out with 'new' products that are often the same or worse. Sure, we progress. Bikes are better than they used to be and we must fail to succeed, but evolution is a slow process. I avoid most trade shows because it's not worth my time and energy to fly across the country to see a new ultrasonic chamois or telescoping handlebars.

However, when Surly called and said, "Do you want to check out some new stuff at Saddledrive?" we said, "Only if you're exclusively making crit bikes now," and they replied, "Yeah, fat crit bikes." And so we went.

Over the last few months, a few of you asked us whether Surly was going out of business. You likely asked because of their low inventory levels on popular bike models and even some staples like cogs, rim strips, and Tuggnuts. The answer is no (you can read more here). The new stuff we saw at Saddledrive is just the tip of an iceberg of rad innovation that will sink the Titanic of your ennui. We didn't get to see everything Surly has in store, but the rumors we heard make it difficult to sleep.

Was it worth flying across the country to see what we saw? Yes.

The Karate Monkey, Cross Check, and Troll have all been updated to one degree or another. If you want to feast upon technical data, you can read all the specs here.

The Cross Check frame remains the same, but will be offered in a flat-bar build for $875. Yeah, I know! We rode it, and it rides like a Cross Check. It just costs less. Knards! A rear rack! A WTB saddle! Dreams are coming true.

The Troll is no longer suspension corrected. It comes with better tires and a new rear axle spacing. Look at the size of the frame bag you could put in there. If there is a place you want to go, this bike can get you there. 

Too many braze-ons to count.

So that's one bike with an updated build kit and one frame that's been improved.

This Karate Monkey has been totally reimagined and the results are screamalicious.

The Karate Monkey has been around long enough that almost everyone has owned one. It's gone largely unchanged since it was one of the first production 29ers in 1842. It's been all kinds of rad for all kinds of people for so long. Why would they change it? To make a great thing even better.

When I first saw that sticker I laughed, then I thought about it and I understood that the new Karate Monkey is about freedom. Run a dropper if you want. That little brace that ran from the seat tube to the top tube is gone, as is the bend in the seat tube, so you can run a 30.9 dropper with a ton of travel. Run a fork with up to 140mm of travel if you want. Bikepack if you want. Commute. Run different wheel sizes. Have an "old" 135mm rear hub with a quick release? Great. Do you have a fancy new boost wheelset? Fine. You are free. Do whatever you want to this bike and it is going to respond with poise, grace, and competence. (For goodness sake do not buy it because it's the new hotness and then hang it in your garage for a decade. You are free but that's just wasteful.)

Rebecca signals either that she's riding a bike with one gear or that this will be the one and only time she ever rides a bike with one gear.

The top tube is longer than the Instigator's! The head tube is two degrees slacker than it used to be! It has trumpeted tubing like the Ice Cream Truck and Instigator instead of gussets. Prettier! Stiffer! Internal dropper post routing! All of the braze-ons! Ehrmagherd!

There are two stock builds on the way: a single speed 29er in Stand Back Purple and a 1x11 with 27.5+ wheels in Rhymes with Orange. 

Both are so rad.

We also rode the Ice Cream Truck. It will be back later this year in a new color and with a new build spec, but we rode the old sparkly blue one that's been around for awhile. New products are so constantly made available that it's easy to forget that "old" bikes (less than two years old) are still mind blowing. 

The Ice Cream Truck is unassuming. It may not look like a fun and capable trail bike, but it's a total blast. Our first impressions of the bike were favorable, and nothing has changed. 

Here's the takeaway: Surly has new stuff and it's exceeds not only expectation but desire. Surly has old stuff that's exceptional. If you already own one, don't forget you already own one of the best bikes available. Are the new bikes better? In my opinion, yes. Is your old bike still great? Objectively yes! I won't be getting rid of my old Karate Monkey any time soon.

The future is uncertain. The Earth may completely disappear out from under you when you're in an airplane. You never know. Ride good bikes while you can.