
If you've read my previous post about running gadgets, you've probably assumed that I'm a runner. Well, I am now, but I wasn't always one. My true love has always been mountain biking. More accurately - my current true love is mountain biking. Before that it was BMX, and before that offroad dirt bikes. I guess I just love anything with two wheels and handlebars. I've been riding bikes since forever, and mountain bikes since 1994. I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't own a bike or two. Maybe only during my 4 year military service.
A few hours ago I came back from an epic ride with my friends. It's the same group of people I've been riding with for the past three years. The ride was awesome! We headed out to the Jerusalem mountains for some fast cross-country riding with lots of long steep climbs combined with a couple of classic single tracks. When I look at my friends I'm amazed to see how much our riding has changed in the last couple of years. These days most of us are riding steel hard tail bikes with no gears. It's a long leap sideways from the high-tech aluminum long-travel full-suspension bikes we all owned and rode just a few short years back. But I'm moving too fast here, let me start from the beginning.
The bike that I consider to be my first "real" mountain bike was a rigid 1994 Kona Lava Dome.
It was 2 sizes too big, and was very very, well, rigid. But I loved it. It was fast and light, and climbed like there was no tomorrow. It had a beautiful cromoly frame, Grip Shift shifters, cantilever breaks (which were a pain to adjust) and flat, narrow handlebars - SWEET!
The reason I bought it (not that I really needed a reason) was to commute to my school which was located smack in the middle of the Carmel mountains in Haifa. To grab some extra credit I joined the school's mountain biking team, which meant I had to attend the team's weekly early morning rides (rain or shine) to the Haifa University which was all the way up the mountain. We took the road going up, and once we got there we chose one of the numerous fire roads that lead back down and just raced down full speed ahead - no single tracks, no technical trails, just full-on speed that, on a rigid bike, would loosen the fillings in your mouth and blur your vision. Most of the time it also meant climbing back from the bottom of the mountain to the Technion's campus which was about half way up. By 8:30 when class started, we'd be back in school all sweaty, smelly and - depending on the weather - soaking wet, but with huge smiles on our faces. This is what got me hooked on mountain biking.
Around 1998, a little after I graduated form university, I traveled to visit my kid brother in Canada. We went on a roadtrip through the Canadian Rockies. On one stop along the way, I think it was in Lake Luise, my brother and I rented mountain bikes and went for a short ride in the trails around the lake.
It was the most beautiful bike ride I've done until then - long winding single track in deep green woods that seemed to last forever. Absolutely perfect. When we got back to the store to return the bikes I noticed that they were having a huge end of season sale (it was the end of summer) on all their new bikes. I just couldn't resist, and bought my first full-suspension bike - a DeVinci Magma. Or Contact. I forget. What I do remember is that I actually tried out two different bikes: an XC race-ready hard tail, and a more moderate full-suspension FSR style bike. I almost went for the hard tail just because it had an XTR rear derailleur. Plus, full-suspension bikes weren't very common back then, and I was afraid of being an early adopter. What a dope. Luckily I wasn't fooled by the bling of the XTR, and went for the full-suspension bike. Apart from the XT rear derailleur it also had a RockShox Judy 80mm fork, 3.25" of rear wheel travel, V-breaks and a wide Titec riser bar which I had cut by an inch on each side (once again, what a dope). I remember coming home with the new bike and taking it in for a tune-up at the local bike shop, the bike mechanic was so impressed with the suspension, he suggested I sign up for the upcoming downhill race! I'm glad I didn't listen to him... I enjoyed riding the DeVinci very much, but didn't quite know what it was best for. I took it out to the most technical single tracks available at the time (mostly motorbike enduro trails), and was surprised the bike didn't handle them very well. What was I expecting? Anyway, at the time motorbikes started grabbing more and more of my attention, and the poor bike was left alone to collect dust on the porch while I rode the same trails on a 2 stroke KTM.
Motorbikes came and went, and one day in late 2003 I noticed a new trend: everybody around me was talking about, or buying all mountain bikes. So, I decided to join the long travel revolution (what can I say, I'm a trendy guy), and bought a Rocky Mountain Slayer 70 with 5 long, plush inches of front and rear travel.
Finally, I thought, a bike that can handle anything I throw at it. It was the bike that got me riding mountain bikes again. Biking in Israel was taking off like crazy, new trails were popping up everywhere, and everyone I knew was riding bikes. The new trails were getting more and more technical with rock drops, jumps and steep downhills. There were even a few trails that had wooden bridges, ladders and jumps built along them a-la North Shore. In most cases I handled the technical elements quite well with my Slayer, but I was starting to feel a bit inadequate. Everywhere I looked 6 and 7 inch bikes were roaming the trails, riders wearing full-face helmets and body armor were sharing the same trails I was, taking crazy lines down the mountain sides. It was getting just too tempting. So once again, in late 2007 I said goodbye to my Slayer and bought a new bike: a DeVinci Frantik.
This time a full-fledged freeride bike. It had a coil spring, a beefy 180mm single crown fork, 1.5" head tube and it weighed 18KG. A freaking beast - and I loved it. This time there were no excuses, I rode everywhere, down the gnarliest trails and the craziest drops. And I did it all with relative ease. This bike was awesome, it made me a better rider by providing stability and security in the most difficult and unpredicted places. It showed me that I can actually do and dare more than I ever thought I could. But all this goodness came at a price - it was all becoming too easy. More and more I was starting to feel that it wasn't me but the bike taking these crazy lines and speeding down these fast trails. Plus, I also learned that Israel is not BC, and Merav is not exactly Whistler. I spent way too much time pedaling up the trails on an 18KG bike that's specifically designed to do one thing: go fast downhill. I realized that on 80% of the time, this bike is not exactly the right tool for the job. Yes, it was fun, but it was also punishing. I hated the climbs, I hated missing out on epic rides with my friends, and I was quickly getting out of shape. Which takes us back to the beginning of my story, and today's ride with my friends.
So, in November of 2008 I bought a steel hard tail bike with 29" wheels and no gears, the Niner Bikes SIR9. In a way this took me back 15 years to my old steel Kona, but after a few rides with the SIR I've realized it's the best bike I've ever owned. I feel like all the improvements in bike technology over the years have made me numb. These long travel bikes are fun to ride, no doubt, but they isolate the rider from the terrain and from the sensations that come from being 100% connected with your bike. I now know that there's no such thing as a do-it-all bike, and that you need the right tool for the job to get the most out of it, but this bike IS the right tool for the job 85% of the time, it's all up to the rider to make it happen and not give up. I guess I went full circle from steel, rigid bikes to full-suspension aluminum beasts and back, and all I can say is steel is real baby, steel is real!

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