ADVENTURE BY BIKE®
Life can sometimes get caught in a routine. The route you take to work. The way you shop at the grocery store. The way you take a shower. Now I am not saying a routine is always bad, but for me I sometimes need a break from it. I think of it as something to allow my mind to think, wander, explore, and discover. So that is why on this day I decided to ride my 'Bushwhack Fargo'.
Bushwhacking means a lot of different things to different folks. It even means something a little different to me each time I do it. The essential of bushwhacking is to avoid the beaten path. It is to “go where no man has gone before.” This ride was to take a path not yet traveled. No destination and no planned route.
I started the chilly morning ride off through a field of fescue and the starts of buck brush growth. I used my Fargo with the Enabler fork and fat front end to guide me across and through the uncharted territory. The extra float and traction came in handy on the random ice patches and hidden logs buried by grass. I also brought my axe along just in case of an emergency. You never know what you will encounter on a good bushwhack.
I made it in the back way to my local trail system. So I pedaled around the loop a time and a half before exploring another new route back home. The trail was quiet. Where the trail was grooved in deep, ice filled it making travel on those sections dangerous. But I just pointed the fat front a new direction and made my own trail.
The sun started to peek up over the trees. I pointed my bike back in the general direction of home and pushed my way through the tall grass. It is always a bonus when you can find an animal trail to help guide your way. The deer and the coyotes know the best way to maneuver through the contours of the land...most of the time.
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Justin Julian (Red)
I am the resident hillbilly here at Salsa, as well as the General Manager. Originally from MO, I spent my days hunting, fishing (noodling), and racing motorcycles. I love the dirt. Taking my Triumph Tiger XC 800 up a gnarly fire road to get to the supreme singletrack to let my Horsethief eat is what I would consider a darn nice weekend.