Rode this bundle of joy to work today.
Shortly after I arrived I rolled it onto the industrial scale at the mothership. (The mothership is cool like that)
This thing weighs in at 28lbs.
In my mind it was clocking 35ish. Psychosomatically. It was all in my mind. As heavy as the day is long.
Then I stepped on the scale to weigh myself. (we can talk about this some other day someday) I’m where I was 40 years ago as a placekicker in Spokane. No joke. Some kind of genetic miracle, as I drink enough beer to feed a family of four, day in - day out, here & now 2026.
I’m now inspired to weigh all my other bikes at the mothership. Compare & contrast.
My actions inspired coworkers to weigh their bikes and weigh themselves too. Their bikes are heavy. Heavy duty. I guess I need to harden the fuck up.
1991 Rock Hopper sport 8/5/26
2 STONE=
12.7 kilograms=
28 pounds
5:22 AM it’s 59 degrees and it’s all downhill
3:33 PM it’s 85 degrees and it’s all uphill
add wildfire SMOKE beyond taste
it’s August in Seattle
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