First and foremost be warned, what follows is some 26er content. You know, those small-wheeled bikes we used to ride in the dark ages of mountain biking. Those bikes we look at today wondering how in the world we possibly rode them across trails. Yes, I still own not one but two of those museum-worthy off-road velocipedes. The mean green riding machine is a bike that I’ve now owned for thirteen years. Circumstances wanted that in all of those thirteen years, the bike only saw dusty trails during the first two. The bike went to Sea Otter, to Downieville, took me on many rides in Annadel and traveled to Switzerland twice. After two seasons, the clear coat on top of the green paint started to have lots of tiny, barely visible cracks. Chris Kelly offered to repaint it and as he was just starting to do all frame painting in house, the frame remained at his shop for a good amount of time. In order to continue riding, I put my Merlin back into service and then never built the Kelly back up again. My Santa Rosa apartment just didn’t have the space for yet another bike. Three were already sitting in my living room and that was plenty enough. In 2006 a Niner took the place of both and only after getting settled in Switzerland, the Kelly was pulled out of the box to become my wife’s mountain bike. She rode about 300 km on it and never really liked the fit. At the end of January, I vanished in the musty basement, armed myself with spanners and hex keys to take it apart, toss the parts on Ebay and have them forever disappear across the globe. Such was the plan. After hours of carefully cleaning one component after another, I changed my mind. The frame and all components are impeccable. Joined they make up a unique hardtail with an unmistakable Northern Californian heritage. The bikes’ steel tubes are filled with deep memories of unforgettable rides on dusty NorCal trails. So the same weekend, the bike was rebuilt with many of the original parts to stay here some more time.
★ collideousFriday’s Deserted Trails
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After the work week ended with a glass of wine at the office, I looked at the sky and decided to wrench on the bikes instead of jumping on one to head out for a ride. Around 6.30 PM I was done tuning bikes and returned back outside to check on the weather. Clouds in the sky, no rain and plenty of time to go climb. I grabbed the Air 9 Carbon for some trail riding and left for a couple of hours. Amazing what a couple of clouds in the sky do over here. I didn’t run into a single person out on the trails. I ran into a fox and a badger and saw hundreds of slugs and snails. Birds were awfully quiet and humans all stayed home. Trails were fast, grippy and fantastic.






















