September 14, 2010
Orange is getting some post-P2P love this week, so last night I rode Rick’s Rig around corner canyon for an hour and a half.
Okay, so now I love my Sabrosa Orange even more. If that’s even possible.
I mean, after P2P I heard all these people saying “wow, on a rigid bike, woah” and all that. But I feel sheepish, because really, despite 11.5 hours on a rigid bike up in Park City, I had no hand pain, no arm pain, no back pain.
I had soul pain sure. Brain pain. Stomach pain. But that’s it.
But last night, after riding this Rig around for an hour and a half? Blisters on my palms, pain in my shoulders, ennui in my heart.
Of course, the obvious difference is the grips. This is Rick’s B bike, so of course, he puts on grips that are little more than already-popped bubble wrap. And on Orange, I use Ergon grips. Which I used to think were the geekiest, gayest things I had ever seen (apart from white pants).
But turns out, Ergon grips are like magic ear muffs for rigid singlespeeds. They give your hands and palms a platform for both ascending and descending.
In short, I endorse them.
Also in short, I miss Orange. Come back soon.