Bike January - February 2017

Bike Magazine showcases the sport of mountain biking like no other publication. It captures the sport's personalities, trends, and issues with a style all its own. Using insightful feature articles and the sport's best photography, Bike is sure to make you want to get outside and ride.

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4 Issues

in this issue

2 min.
analysis paralysis

IF ENGLISH POET WILLIAM COWPER WERE ALIVE TODAY AND shopping for a new mountain bike, he might just take back that talk about variety being the spice of life. Having options is great, but is it possible we’ve taken the concept too far? Just when we start to think things are going to calm down, something else splashes onto the scene and throws the whole market into upheaval. A decade ago, there was only one wheel size to consider. It took some time for mountain bikers to accept 29-inch wheels, but the bikes started getting really good and we wound up with two solid options. Everyone’s minds were made up, or so we thought. Then 650b (27.5) came along and disturbed the peace. Things were crazy for a couple years until…

15 min.
bike test brigade

RYAN PALMER Ryan Palmer has been Bike’s gear editor for four years now, and has participated in seven of the eight Bible of Bike Tests we’ve done. This means that for the better part of a decade, he’s somehow managed to convince people–mostly very narrowly–that he knows what the hell he’s doing, or is at least worth keeping around another year. Palmer, who is also referred to as the master of the spreadsheet, has the daunting responsibility of making sure all the bikes, products and testers show up on time and are ready to ride. More importantly, he added finding a beer sponsor to the list this year. When the crew showed up, there was a kegerator in the kitchen with rotating kegs from Bentonville’s Bike Rack Brewing. Palmer wanted to…

5 min.
method to the madness

Welcome to our eighth-annual Bible of Bike Tests. The magazine you’re now holding in your hands–or reading on your laptop or tablet–is an introduction to what we’ll be bringing you in the coming months on bikemag.com and our social-media platforms. This issue is intended to give you an overview of the most promising new bikes and gear, just as you’re getting ready for another season of riding. We know that modern mountain bikes are expensive. And the decision of how to spend your hard-earned money is an important one. So we want to share the insights we’ve gained through testing these bikes, components and soft goods to help you make the choices that are right for you. Space constraints of the printed page dictate that the reviews in this issue are general…

5 min.
trail wizards

I’M SITTING IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT OF MY 2007 SUBARU Impreza–the one with a foot-sized dent on the rear hatch from when the dang thing wouldn’t latch properly. My kid’s in gymnastics for the next 45 minutes, so this is my office du jour. There’s lukewarm coffee next to my notepad, and I’m waiting for Steuart Walton’s telephone call. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not well versed in interviewing bazillionaires, or interacting with them in general for that matter. Part of me expects a parallel universe in which Steuart calls from the driver’s seat of a hovercraft, or whatever bazillionaires drive these days. But when I answer the phone, he’s apologizing about the leafblower running in the background. He’s calling from the trails. Brothers Steuart and Tom Walton are…

5 min.
master of (dis)repair

THERE’S NO WAY I CAN FIX THIS. This thought has rattled in my mind more times than I can count in my 20-some-odd years of mountain biking misadventures– and not to brag, but I can count pretty darn high. Sometimes the realization of mechanical defeat comes after a disconcerting pop that brings the ride to a halt. It echoes from an inverted bike teetering on the trail’s edge–mountain biking’s universal symbol for a ‘Work in Progress’ sign. Lately, this thought has been the background music to late nights in the garage surrounded by blackened remnants of formerly blue nitrile gloves, like a scene from some proctologist-themed horror flick. Decades ago, all it took to send me on a walk of shame out of the woods was an unexpected trailside flat. I’d familiarized…

5 min.
squinting into the sunset

THE DRIVE HOMEWARD FROM BIBLE CAMP THIS YEAR WAS A solid week spent cleaving westward. Long days behind the wheel would end with brief rides near the end of each day, shaking out the potential deep vein thrombosis with a sampling of dirt from Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Nevada and finally the home dirt of California. Every day would start with coffee and NPR, van wheels moaning on asphalt as they picked up speed, vectoring almost constantly straight west. Radio stations fade out, podcasts get plugged in, then playlists, then back to the radio scanning for signs of life between the static and the dominant clarity of Christian radio. At some point in each late afternoon, body stiff from another 500 miles spent sitting in one position, sun-glassed eyes fighting through…