Squorx Nipple Driver Hack

 I've been building wheels for over a quarter of a century now and can usually get one ready to roll from start to finish in about 45 minutes (fresh 29er BMX trad builds above). This is using the standard j-bend spokes, nipples and flanged hubs with single wall or double wall rims. I'm no expert by any means, but the trust I've built with my work to stand up to the rigors of a Clydesdale riding the varied terrain I enjoy lends to the legitimacy of my builds.

 Enter the Squorx. I understand the concepts behind them and respect those who have embraced this technological advantage, especially in regards to professionals who depend on the time factor. With proven tools and methods, wheelbuilders trained properly can turn out quality in a fraction of the time traditional wheelbuilding normally does. Since I have plenty of time and no desire to delve into modern wheelbuilding beyond the two mountain bikes I own, investing in the tools and methods does not interest me.

 The hack was borne from a trip to the hardware store, where my intent was to purchase a Torx T25 bolt to modify as a driver. This particular hardware store has all of their T25 driven hardware in sealed containers, so checking fitment was impossible without being a turd and breaking a package open. However, right next to the Torx bolts/screws were drywall screws/sinks and it hit me. Those sinks are plastic and a heated Squorx would melt right into it and create a driver. Knowing I have a few at home, I bailed from the store empty-handed. Upon arriving home and opening the utility odds/ends drawer, the first thing I spied that was plastic was an old ballpoint pen. After clipping the clicking end off and stripping the internals, I spun a Squorx onto an old spoke, heated the Squorx and slowly pressed the pointy end of the pen shell onto it. As the plastic cooled, it was pressed gently to mold the T25 shape internally. After cooling, the Squorx was removed and the plastic filed relatively smooth. Easy Peasy

 While this device is no means a professional driver, it will allow me to get the Squorx and accociated washers threaded onto the spokes and then finish the build traditionally from there. The Case is Solved

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MTB Saddle Down Full Ride

 Way back in the day, I didn't mess with saddle height in any situations. It didn't matter to me most of the time, so "set it and forget it" reigned supreme in my world. This remained so until sometime just after the turn of the century in Durango. A friend and I set about upon Haflin Canyon and at the top, my saddle finally got dropped for a descent. The revelation that followed enhanced my freakishness on two wheels exponentially, another quantum leap. 

 Since I was singlespeeding on the regular by this time, an article that had been published in print suggested doing occasional saddle down full rides. This especially made sense for 1x1 because I was standing for most climbing anyway. The revelations within this realm of saddle down were even greater, especially with having it out of the way on climbs that required extra manuevering. Being able to contort and even using the lowered saddle as a guide when ascending turns at speed added much more benefit than even the strength obtained.

 Fast forward to present and unless I'm on a lengthy a-technical climb, the saddle stays down. This is true for both of my Mountain Bikes, rigid SS and FS. A good friend and bike shop owner once told me that dropper posts are a "game changer" and suggested I get on board with them. While this may be true for most, it's wholly untrue to me for several reasons and the biggest being that I'm already used to my modus operandi and don't mind stopping to adjust a seatpost manually on occasion. The skills that have been added to my Magic Bag of Tricks are irrevocable and ever-expanding. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

 If one is considering an attempt at this, I have only one piece of advice, take your time. In this day and age of people trying to sell the "one size fits all" advice, I'm here to say that is 100% bullshit. This and other suggestions in improving one's skillsets may or may not work for everyone. Even so, taking your time will benefit you in at least two ways. One is that if it's something contrary to you and what you wish to accomplish, you will lessen any chance of injury and not waste too much of your time. Second, if it does work and you heed personal limitations, it will be much more enjoyable to the point where you look forward to the challenge.

Now go ride your bike!

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The Secret of The Surly Jethro Tule

 The official uses of the Surly Jethro Tule are 15mm Box Wrench, Bottle Opener and Keychain. Some reviews tend to nit-pick the wrench for not providing enough leverage, but the design appears to not have been utilized properly in these instances. The two sided wrench and spoon shape are purposeful leverage partners in tightening or loosening axle nuts. The spoon makes using ones shod foot and body weight possible to obtain massive amounts of torque, while the two sides of the wrench permit both tightening or loosening an axle nut. This is where the Surly Jethro Tule's abilities seem to end.

 The opener side of the spoon is divided into three sections, which appears to be a weight savings by design, however it goes beyond that. When I asked one of those responsible for this handy device about the weight savings being somewhat minimal, they laughed and produced their own personal version. From the very end of the spoon, they had drilled a hole through the spine under the bottle opener to the weight savings cutout on the head side. From there, I didn't need to use my imagination and kept it under wraps for many years.

 Fast-Forward to Colorado Prop 64's passing and I began considering the novelty of the modification. After a couple of years in, a friend passed through who has been a machinist since we were in high school. I broke out my Jethro Tule and asked if he could hook it up with the modification I was shown. He agreed to and took it with him, sending it back with a perfect job, including stepping the hole on the wrench head side down to eliminate debris intake. While its capacity and length in this mode of operation may leave something to be desired, it works in a pinch, just as the rest of its functions were designed to do.

Piece ✌️ Out

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From Tumbleweeds to MTB Destination

Westwater, UT 1999

 In March 1995, I emigrated from North Carolina to Western Colorado in search of dry air and new places to ride bicycles. I rented an apartment in the sleepy boom-bust town of Fruita and on my first trip down Aspen Avenue, saw an almost empty downtown and tumbleweeds blowing down the street. Truthfully, the town seemed to be forlorn at best. The surrounding landscape however, appeared limitless to the imagination.

 Within a couple of months of residing in Fruita, a former honey factory on the SE corner of Mulberry and Aspen opened as a bike shop. I made it a point to pedal over on a day off to see what was happening there and was pleased to see it had the makings of a solid LBS. This fact was confirmed after I tore up the rear wheel of my primary MTB and brought it in for repair. Friendly, Fast, Proper and Great Pricing were all present. It was nice to have Over The Edge Sports as my LBS, even having no idea of what was to come.

 The first Fruita Fat Tire Festival came and went without my participation due to my work schedule. In the interim between the first two FFTFs, I met a couple of characters who were running multiday supported Kokopelli Trail trips and they hired me as a guide. When the second FFTF approached, it was determined that volunteering to guide rides under the banner of their tour company would be a good idea and we hosted rides daily during the festival. The vibes and multitude of volunteer perks confirmed that we had made the correct choice in participating. This set the foundation for what was to follow in my progression on two wheels in the dirt.

 Shortly after that second festival, my friends and I were riding trails in the "open travel" designated Bookcliffs one day and saw a few people on a faint cattle path just off of a main route. We stopped and called out to them and they motioned us over. We recognized them as core members of what was happening out there and were invited to join in, putting tracks down to help compact the faint path. This is when acquaintances became friends and from then on I was fully involved.

 The ringleader of the movement that was happening in Fruita had decided to go forth with it in early 1995, opening Over The Edge Sports with a few business partners who also saw the potential. What attracted me to it most was the enthusiasm to create something for everyone to enjoy and have fun while doing so. It was already evident before really knowing any of the OGs and after joining in to ride with them, the level of energy, skills, and comeraderie were the perfect formula to compliment morphing from being a casual enthusiast to living a lifestyle. This was facilitated by everyone who came and went while I was present for the next eight years. Everyone brought something to the table and we all realized it began with the the ringleader's notion that Fruita, CO had the potential to be a World Class MTB Destination, even being as close as it is to Moab, UT. One of the primary differences between the two locales was the emphasis of mountain biking responsibly, which was led from the top in Fruita. This is still evident today in many ways, including the inception of The Fruita Lean, which is the proper method of yielding on any singletrack trail, but especially in desert environs. We strived to keep Singletrack *single* and single it remained due to both education and diligence. Again, it all began at the top.

  The cat was let out of the bag very rapidly, assisted by the burgeoning internet, but primarily through word of mouth. The FFTF grew every year, as did the amount of visitors during the shoulder seasons in Colorado. During the Summer and Winter, the core group road tripped around the West to ride bikes and have fun. The carefree style accompanied by the relentless pursuit of smooth that in turn begat skill and speed,  garnered the attention of those who recognized and appreciated what we were doing. They in turn realized that this was attenable to anyone who applied these basic tenets in lieu of attempting to force themselves into the lifestyle by careless aggression that the trails still suffer to this day. It wasn't merely about mountain biking, it was also about being stewards of the lifestyle and yet again, this all began at the top.

 I departed the Grand Valley, yet never lost touch with many of those who were there from the beginning to the end of my tenure in Western Colorado. Over the years many more flowed in, some stayed and others moved on. Many made fantastic contributions and some are still doing so. Few however, have made claims of having been there from the start, or fed notions that Fruita blossomed largely or even solely by their doing. While contributions to the area have been made by many, every little piece of the puzzle was crucial, especially in the late 1990s. The ringleader did an interview in the past few years, which is posted up on yewtewb. In the comments section, most responses were positive and deservedly so. One commenter decided to lambaste the ringleader, accusing them of being egotistical and not giving credit to anyone else. Had this comnenter actually listened, credit was given without having to name names. Names are for tombstones and besides that, those I knew and befriended from that bunch still let their actions do the talking for them.

 After 20 years of not hanging out in Fruita or with the esteemed ringleader, we recently had the opportunity to catch-up and ride a bit there. Being thick as thieves for about eight years, we picked right up as if we had hung out just a few weeks prior. Life for both of us had gotten in the way of communicating much, or meeting up and we had always remained friends contrary to that. On both rides we took on the West side of the Grand Valley, we encountered another OG Fruitian (native, actually). Again, old friends picking right up where we left off. Fruita has changed a bit more, but mostly in population and an improved service industry. Yes, many are responsible for this transformation from Tumbleweeds to MTB Destination, but it all began somewhere and ignoring those origins is too Orwellian for me to not have a say about it. No shit, I was there.

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It's A Gas!

  

With the current petrochemical energy issues the planet is experiencing, the mass-media chirpings about the price of gasoline are currently omnipresent. What those chirpings seem to exclude every time the price of gas rises in this fashion is how a bicycle can save many from this perceived financial "disaster". Individual citizens have once again slurped up the media fool-aid and taken their "fight" to the interwebsz antisocial media with the usual virtual fist-shaking and blame games. This always makes me ponder just how many of these fist-shakers turn the key to an internal combustion powered conveyance to complete the simplest transportation tasks via any alternative, but especially with a bicycle. This parade of self-inflicted victicrats seems endless, though it's all very entertaining to those of us who already know and practice the easiest answer to their transportation woes. As such, I'd like to dedicate this next number to those who are unknowingly (due to their own ignorance) a gas:

It's A Gas!

eCycle + Old Manchild = Trail Mayhem

 I'm not going to ask if I can get a witness because I was the witness to the acts of the witless in this case. This particular 50/60something Colorado manchild ran amok on a trail, leaving a trail of destruction in his skidiotic wake. Not only was he skidding into almost every turn, but blowing corners and crosscutting turns were also included in his repertoire of lame. A small sampling is pictured below because a full documentation would have taken hours. 

The manchild in this case seems to have recently acquired a motorized device that now allows him to access terrain he obviously doesn't know how to handle properly. Before his recent acquisition, the damage created by his lack of skills and non-existent etiquette was very confined. Now he has the ability to get in way over his head and the immediate results are obvious. There are three likely scenarios to develop in this case; serious injury or death caused by ineptutude and/or lack of fitness, public shaming, or scaring themselves into taking up another hobby. I'm hoping for the latter of the three, don't go away angry, just go away.

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Desert Dickweeds

 With all of the information available to anyone with a connected deevice in their grimy paws, how does one not know the rules of any pursuit? Recently I took Backgammon back up after many years of not playing and read the rules before proceeding. It took all of about five minutes. Why then do people run amok on their mountain bikes with an inexcusable disregard for proper etiquette and denegrate the environment with their blatant ignorance? There appears to be a myriad of reasons and pointing a finger at entitlement is probably the easiest cover-all, however sloth and other negative aspects of the inhuman condition are complicit as well.

 Though the IMBA rules of the trail cover the basics well enough for anyone beyond a third grade reading comprehension level, it's too basic to explain a few details that are especially important in desert environs to those who found themselves sat in a corner with a dunce cap on. The most important item of note is the base of all life forms in many deserts, Cryptobiotic Soil. The microorganisms contained within Cryptobiotic Crust are ground zero for all desert life where they occur and when they are damaged and eliminated, they take decades or even centuries to recover. A saying to bring awareness to this that isn't used enough anymore is, "Don't Bust The Crust". One irresponsible person on a mountain bike in the desert is bad enough, but when others of the same ilk see tracks and convinces themselves that it's not bad form, life disappears in the desert.

 Riding wet trails in the desert is largely based on soil composition. While riding trails that have high sand content allows for more more moisture content without damaging the tread, many desert trails have a combination of soil types. Once the loam runs out and shale takes over the trail bed, those with a self-imposed cluelessness and deep wallets to replace drivetrains can utterly destroy a trail. Sensible trail users turn around at this point and cause no harm, whereas the DGAFs continue on in their blissful ignorance.

 When land managers are made aware of damages caused by such rampant disregard, they have a tendency to be less supportive of the user group(s) responsible. It's easy for anyone with one iota of common sense that if wanton destruction such as this is going to create fiscal strain to their lands, the damages may not be repaired and future facilities would get reduced consideration.

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