it’s about art
June 30, 2010
I snuck out last night for a quick tour (if an hour and a half is quick–is an hour and a half quick, short, standard, or long?) of Corner Canyon–up from the equestrian center, up Canyon Hollow, Brocks, down the newly remodeled Rush (which is just fantastic, by the way), up Ghost, and down Canyon Hollow, finishing with Creekview, which I’ve been mistakenly thinking was converted to a one-way down, but apparently isn’t, which was highlighted for me by my nearly taking out a nice couple exiting Creekview as I was railing the blind upper entrance. Whoops.
On my upper Canyon Hollow descent, which is full of major swoopy goodness, I tried to swoop and flow a little too much, and clipped a tree with my right shoulder which pushed me left and directly into the tree on the left side of the swoop.
The shoulder damage:
Yeah, sorry, don’t look at it for more than a second or two. Or less.
The tree on the right I hit with my shoulder, the tree on the left I hit head-on:
I pulled some bark out of my helmet, and my left brake lever is bent pretty good (or bad–yeah, probably bad), but otherwise both me and Orange escaped what might have been a nasty impalement.
Speaking of Orange, I think it’s time for an update, don’t you?
In short, Orange is awesome. I tend to gush a bit, and I’m trying to fix that, but with Orange I’m like Tom Cruise on the couch and Orange is like my Katie Holmes–I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it. Orange is the best bike I’ve ever had. Smooth, simple, light, strong, and sexy. The geometry is perfect (as it should be, I guess, since it’s custom and all), and I love the look.
Sabrosa John is an artist.
You know what’s funny, is people see Orange, they always compliment Orange, and then they say “How much does it weigh?”
Which, of course, reminds me of my favorite Northern Exposure episode. For those of you too young to remember, Northern Exposure is NOT just the Brigham City location of Southern Exposure, but is rather a rather great TV show from the 90s, set in a small Alaskan Town.
Maurice buys an expensive antique Augsburg clock (for like $100,000 if I remember right), which comes with an expert to assemble and tune it. Once the clock is assembled, Maurice and his friends stand around admiring it. Holling notices that the clock is a few minutes slow, and Maurice comes unglued, ranting that for that much money, the clock damn well better keep perfect time. The expert that came with the clock calls Maurice a philistine, and says he’s unworthy of such a fine work of art, and declares that he will be leaving and taking the clock with him.
That’s how it is with Orange. I haven’t weighed Orange, and I don’t plan to. It’s the wrong question. That would be like demanding that Maurice’s clock keep perfect time. It’s more than a bike, it’s a work of art.
But I will say this. I know that Orange weighs less than any other mountain bike I’ve ever had, but weighs more than Elden’s super custom super light superfly singlespeed.
It weighs enough and not too much. Kind of like the Millennium Falcon.
To paraphrase my mentor, Han Solo, “She’ll do the Kessel Run in less than 12 Parsecs. She’s light (fast) enough for you, old man.”
To which you might respond, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. A parsec is a unit of distance, not time. I think.
Measuring is science. Mountain biking isn’t about science. It’s about art. The question is, do you love it? The answer is, hell yeah.