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billmclane stickboy's photo
Feb 10, 2019 at 14:39
Feb 10, 2019
she's up for bid!

billmclane billym's photo
Jan 23, 2019 at 18:38
Jan 23, 2019
you've really upped your parts-photo game.

billmclane mikelevy's article
Oct 25, 2018 at 17:54
Oct 25, 2018
First Look: Trust Performance's $2,700 Carbon Fiber Linkage Fork
i was skeptical, but i actually like it!
billmclane billym's photo
Sep 6, 2018 at 13:46
Sep 6, 2018

billmclane prkplive's article
Jul 2, 2018 at 19:39
Jul 2, 2018
Video: Sarajevo's Bobsled Track By Bike
the water bottle cracks me up lol
billmclane RichardCunningham's article
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:46
Apr 18, 2018
OneUp Components' Travel-Adjustable Dropper Post - First Ride
this checks all my boxes! can't wait to try it out!
billmclane billmclane's video
Apr 4, 2018 at 23:26
Apr 4, 2018
they dump human shit in the water up there, a little soap is the least of that waters issues.

Feb 17, 2018 at 20:58
Feb 17, 2018

Knolly Warden

$3000 CAD
Let me take you back to a simpler time. A time when, unless you raced bmx, all wheels were twenty six inches across. Downhill tires came in one width: fat, and had moto-sized tubes in them, laced to hubs would be passed from one bike to the next. Bottom brackets and steer tubes always fit your new frame because they only came in one size. Dropper posts were but the fevered dream of a madman in the "letters to the editor" section in BIKE Magazine. When a new bike movie was released, you'd better have preordered the dvd (or vhs) from the shop, and have been there on release day to grab your copy before they sold it off on you. These movies were full of dumb one liners, big hucks, rad metal soundtracks over segments that would become the stuff of legend. No one waxed philosophical about why they rode or how gluten free their diet was or the spiritual nature of it all. If you spent all weekend digging some sweet new jumps with your friends, they weren't poached, instagrammed and covered in sponsor hashtags by ignorant riders before you even got home. There was no Strava, KOMS, V02Maxes, or heartrate zones. No Trailforks either, the only way to explore a new area was to meet some friendly locals at the trailhead. No one had a phone in their dumb face all the time so they actually met and made real connections with other human beings. We rode bikes because it was fucking fun, pure and simple. There wasn't anything more to it than that, and I would argue there isn't anything more to it now, either. Did you ride a DH bike in this time? I bet it weighed 45lbs, but you pushed it up the local trails and hammered it up old fire roads that you would scoff at even attempting on your trail bike today. It probably had a sick moto-inspired fork on it too and monster trucked over anything you pointed it at. You'd take it to Whistler, admiring it proudly on the lift on the ride up and then case every table on A-Line with a big grin on your face on the way down. It soaked up your mistakes and your unique "style" of whips that you hadn't learned to pull back on landing yet. You'd pull into the lift line and proudly put it back in the rack for another lap over and over and over again and *that* bike took every lap of that abuse with pleasure because it was implicitely designed to do just that. The frame didn't crack, its dumb seat-post didn't need a service every two months because "that's just how it is". "Burping" your tire wasn't a thing because tires had thick dh tubes that you could probably run in your truck tires. It didn't have carbon rims that exploded in your face either, I'm fairly certain mine were forged out of cast iron. If you were diligent in cleaning your fork seals you'd get a whole year out of them. If you had the coin for hydraulic brakes, they were filled with poison that sent your mechanic to the hospital if he spilled any on his skin. Bikes back then were a different breed, they were bad-ass, parts were well engineered and well made. In this time: biking wasn't a spiritual journey through your heart shakrahs, it wasn't a race against faceless names on some stupid app. It was just fucking fun and that's all it really needed to be. This bike embodies that bad-ass spirit, just like that 45lb DH tank did. But it dials it all up to 11 and engineers into a modern 30lb trail bike that you can actually pedal around the trails all day long and not have a physical and mental breakdown. When I point it downhill I could swear that I'm aboard that beast of a DH bike I used to plumet down Whistler on with gleeful abandon. The Warden takes all my poor choices and abuse with a smile and keeps on ticking, it's light and it pedals fast enough to keep up to my friends on their 29rs. It's fucking fun pure and simple and I tip my hat to whoever designed it because *they* fucking get it, and if you've read this far my friend, that is all you really need to know. frame size: medium fork: Rock Shox Pike with MRP Ramp Control Cartridge rear shock: Cane Creek Air dropper post: Rock Shox Reverb drivetrain: 1x11 SRAM XX1 with Carbon Cranks, MRP Chainguide wheelset: Carbon SRAM Roam 60 brakes: Shimano Saints with ICE Rotors

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Feb 17, 2018 at 20:36
Feb 17, 2018
billmclane CalvinHuth's article
Feb 13, 2018 at 20:37
Feb 13, 2018
Flat Out On Vancouver Island - Video
Nanaimo is pushin' some all-time trail conditions right now! till it snows tonight anyways..
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