Moab postcard

At the bottom of Porcupine Rim, as we snacked and yucked it up before pedaling back to town, the dozen full suspension riders we had passed caught up to us. One guy from Canada remarked on how demented and out of control we seemed bombing by. Rob made some quip about how his forearms hurt from braking, and the guy, now inspecting our bicycles more carefully, said, “Yeah, but you’re on a…JESUS FUCK!” Thus commenced the bewildered muttering regarding which was more ridiculous, 29ers, singlespeeds, or fully rigid bicycles. Rob is now going to call his folding 29er model the “JF.”