Happy Early Christmas to a spoiled Pro-Rider! A brand new Norco Truax, decked with the best of Shimano and Rock Shox. Oh how that hard knock life turned buttery smooth on my first ride out…
A factory team custom build
Post Build Smile
Last year, I requested one go-go-gatchet trail bike, it was delivered in the form of a Norco Range. For 2012, I thought I’d add some variety. My two bikes of choice are The Revolver (for which I’m still in lively anticipation of), and The Truax. Jay Hoots = Truax, yes; but Ryan Leech < Truax. In other words, I’m not worthy of it’s magnificence (Jay, that means I’m not worthy of you too brotha!).
My first interpretation of the name is based on the fact that it’s a Shore style bike, and the Shore is dense with trees, and you need a True Ax if you want any hopes of navigating and surviving out there. You gotta have the right tool, at least that’s what Dad always said. Good luck with that argument kids My silly interpretations aside, the real reason is that an employee summited Mt. Truax, a 9450 foot peak near Bralorne, BC.
My first ride was solo, roll on the road for 10 minutes, hit the trails at Burnaby mountain for a climb up and rip down. Sunny skies with lingering mud made for a true break in blast.
Pedaling up proved true to the ART suspension platforms claim that a rearward rear wheel axle path combined with pedaling eliminates unwanted pedal bob. Seems that the leg energy I saved transfered directly into grinnage on the way down Gear jammer; the pleasing ease of bump compliance is due partly for the same reason it pedals up so nicely, a rear wheel axle travel path gets the wheel out of the way faster on sharp hits, good deal indeed.
The bike isn’t the only one absorbing
Now, it would be easy for a technoweenie to overindulge in the marvel of such a well balanced red beauty, but for a true experience, the scenery needs to be acknowledged by stopping every now and then to oogle at more than the bike. This isn’t a race bike, drop down into a Norco Phaser or up to an Aurum if youre concerned with times; but havin’-a-time on this bike in the forest means feeling the air and wind on the skin, smelling rotting logs, listening to birds and the tree branch rustle, acknowleding passers by, sensing the interconnectedness of the delicate ecosystem that functions with such effortlessly ease. This kind of tuning-in brings another layer of free to the freeride experience. Ride ON!
Post Ride Grinnage with Grime