...and watch me eat this crow cold and raw.
After (in)famously spouting bile about Mavic and Shimano as
wheel components, irony has turned right around and given be
the bite on my ass that I so richly deserve.
I love USENET irony, and this one has me literally
laughing out loud.
So, I get an e-mail a few of days ago:
"I read that you are looking for some good rims to build
your wheels - how about this deal?" He links me to a place
that has Mavic X618s on better than half-retail price sale
($45 each).
I start squirming. That's a hell of a deal. Quality,
durable, relatively light. And if they break, I'm only out
about as much as I would have been for X223s. Awww, [censored].
The bargain hunter in me can't resist. So I sheepishly place
the order.
I forget about my about-face, and go on a group ride
Wednesday. In comparison to the rest of the Palouse, the
north side of Moscow Mountain is cool and breezy. Right in
the low 70's, according to my car's on-board thermometer. It
was 92 in the shade when I left the house. Good ride,
including a brand-spankin' new trail that had been ridden
previously by two other folks - the builders, who were along
on the ride. Loose and sketchy, when it buffs out, it's
gonna be sweet. Then they take us on a year-old trail called
"Between a Rock and a Hard Place." Yeouch! Holy [censored]. This
short, maybe all of 1/3 mile, is all technical, all the
time. Vicious climbs, steep descents, in one place skirting
a 20-foot-diameter granite boulder (that's just the part
sticking out of the ground) on one side, and a very steep
exposure on the other. As an aside, since the area is mostly
covered with flood basalts, granite in the area is assumed
to be part of the original continent, and most likely over
four billion years old. Pretty cool stuff. Anyway, that was
the "Rock." The "Hard Place" was around the corner -
another, smaller granite boulder with a tree growing right
up beside it, about 20 inches apart. And yes, the trail goes
right between them (nowhere else to go, other than the other
side of the boulder - which would have been just as
challenging a route.) My bars are a little over 22 inches
wide. I have no freaking idea how to ride that, except maybe
by wheelie through with bars at a 45-degree angle. I can't
do that on my driveway, let alone a trail less than 6 inches
wide. A sweet piece of trail ("trail", not "tail", Sorni).
So, back to wheels...
After the ride, I mentioned how I was getting some rims in
to build some new wheels, and I have to start my looking for
hubs. One of the guys pipes up, "hey, I've got a set of new
XT disk hubs that I'm not going to use, you want to buy
them?" I feel the laughter bubbling up, but I need to ask
one simple question.
"How many holes?"
"32"
I immediately begin laughing, and of course, no one
understands what's so damn funny.
You do, because I got the set for $25.
--
Jonesy "my goodness, that tasted terrible"