Every August, Trek Bicycle Co. hosts a huge dealer event in Madison, Wisconsin to unveil their new lines of bikes and accessories. This year, because attendance from our region was somewhat low, our territory rep Barrett Ladd hosted his own version of Trek World at his home near Wind Gap, PA. A great concept, if only the weather gods would cooperate.
Rain arrived way ahead of schedule. As I went to pick up Marc, Route 22 was flooded and traffic was miserably slow. After a late start, we finally got underway, motoring through a heavy downpour and thick fog. After a long, tense drive we arrived at Barrett’s home, a cool farmstead in rural Pennsylvania, a dozen miles north of Easton. The rain was coming down hard, but nonetheless a crowd of about 20 shop employees had gathered to see the new gear.
Barrett had laid out a nice, 3/4 mile mountain bike loop through the woods behind his house. We geared up and set up our bikes. I chose a 29″ wheel Fisher Superfly 100, which was pretty awesome in many ways. It accelerated quickly, and the suspension was plush but responsive. However, the bike was set up with the worst choice of tires for anything other than pavement, some low-profile ultralight tires that hopefully will not be stock equipment. I plowed through the mossy, wet rock garden pretty well, but as soon as I tried to make a sharp turn, the rear wheel shot out from under me, and I slammed down onto some sharp rocks, bashing my left hip (the same one that I have been rehabilitating for a month). Ouch. Adrenaline is a good thing - I didn’t hurt as much as I should have.
I got back on and rode a couple more laps on the Superfly, then switched bikes. Next up was a Trek Fuel EX 9.9, a carbon wonder. The tires were a bit more suitable for the muddy track, and I hammered a couple of laps without any problems. I’m still a 26″ wheel guy, although the 29″ Fisher was impressive on these trails without any steep climbs. I also had a little fun with the Fisher X-Caliber, which was probably the most efficient and best-handling bike of the bunch. And I did a short spin on the Rumblefish, which didn’t really give it a good test, but it felt solid and fun.
Later, when I got home, I checked my wounds. My hip has a nice black hematoma over the greater trochanter. After a long drive back to North Plainfield, I was stiff and sore and limping. Hopefully the damage is minor, and I’ll be back in action without any interruption. After a long, hot shower and a glass of wine, a little bit of stretching and some Advil, I feel half human.
