Bulleidawg
New member
Since 1993 I’ve been bombing through the toughest most remote trails in the Southern Appalachians on my trusted Fat Chance Yo Eddy. I’ve ridden through tunnels of mountain laurel and rhododendron and countless mountain streams, come across wedding-veil water falls, black bears, packs of feral hogs, long-abandoned stills and grist mills, patches of home-grown weed, and even parked my bike and gone skinny dipping. I’ve smiled and sweated through it all, and never, not once, did I ever wish I were riding a different bike. My Yo Eddy has always been the perfect partner in all of these adventures. The only mountain bike I’ve ever owned and the only mountain bike I’ve ever wanted.
But, alas, I am 47 years old, still riding hard, and finally feeling like the stiffness, precision, efficiency and take-no-prisoners attitude that has made my Yo Eddy the best bike in the world is starting to beat the **** out of me.
So, I did my homework and took my test rides and settled on a Santa Cruz Tallboy for the next chapter of my riding life. If I get one-half the fun and satisfaction out of my Tallboy that I got out of my Yo Eddy, I’ll consider it a success.
Now, before y’all get your feathers ruffled, my Yo isn’t going anywhere. I could no sooner part with it than I could my dog Maggie or my shotgun or my denim jacket or my John Deere 110.
I will take it out from time to time, just like I do so many other things that I have put aside but never forgotten, when I need a reminder of just how great my life has been.
God bless y’all. And Happy Holidays.
But, alas, I am 47 years old, still riding hard, and finally feeling like the stiffness, precision, efficiency and take-no-prisoners attitude that has made my Yo Eddy the best bike in the world is starting to beat the **** out of me.
So, I did my homework and took my test rides and settled on a Santa Cruz Tallboy for the next chapter of my riding life. If I get one-half the fun and satisfaction out of my Tallboy that I got out of my Yo Eddy, I’ll consider it a success.
Now, before y’all get your feathers ruffled, my Yo isn’t going anywhere. I could no sooner part with it than I could my dog Maggie or my shotgun or my denim jacket or my John Deere 110.
I will take it out from time to time, just like I do so many other things that I have put aside but never forgotten, when I need a reminder of just how great my life has been.
God bless y’all. And Happy Holidays.