Dear Wind,
Thank you so much for picking up in the hour preceding my commute home the other night.
It's been a while since we've truly had a chance to catch up, but it was wonderful reacquainting myself with your unmistakable personality.
I guess one could even say that in your absence i have missed your sweet caress. The way you blow fist sized particulate into my retinas; the loud air-raid howl that fills my ears with your presence; the constant anticipation of being blown sideways whilst riding with a full backpack; the luxurious skin exfoliation afforded by your gentle touch.
Yes, i guess it's safe to say that you make me feel special inside. After all, when else can i climb Verdugo Boulevard's benign 2% grade in my 39x27 - yet feel like i'm being spat out the back of the pro peloton ascending a French Col?
I hope we can do this again some time soon, for i know that spring brings your departure to colder, far-away climes. Until our next meeting, thoughts of you will fly through my head like dusty pollen swirling in your nighttime flurry.
with love,
Alex
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39x27? We can't be friends anymore.
Hey listen here, Ohio - for those of us who ride OUTSIDE into 7000' MOUNTAINS for their winter base training, it's nice to spin a gear that wont crumble your patellas like the day-old scone wedged into your jersey pocket.
I have to agree with Alex on this one. While he may be confused about the 29" v. the full suspension rig, there are days I've been happy to have a 34x27, and have even wished for a lower ratio while on sustained 17 % climbs.
I'm gonna have to go with Boone and McKeen on this one... bring your road bike when you come Davis. We'll do some steep freakin' mountains.
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