I set off with this highly weathered, 30+ lb. beast with behind our guide, Koon Jon, ready to shred. In the first few hundred yards I had used just about all 24 gears. Not because I needed them, but because "Popper The Friendly Ghost Shifter" was riding backseat with me. That's what I've named the nemesis of all bike racers, "Popper." The little being who must be fiddling with your bike because "I swear I didn't hit anything!" yet your bike is making funny "popping" noises and generally not working. But this time I really didn't hit anything... we had just started. The chain skipped wildly about anytime I'd put the power down so I was destined to work on my non-existent cyclocross "skills" (running re-mount) and run up any hill or any time I needed to start after a photo op.
- Drivetrain: Shimano. Only the rear derailluer had markings left and it was the Deore model. Shifter pods had no plastic left with exposed springs and cables which were thoroughly worn. But they were silver which matched the bike so that's bling.
- Brakes: Unknown brand v-brakes which worked... thankfully.
- Tires: Unknown brand front, just said "boxer" and the rotation direction arrow was not pointed the right way. Brontrager rear tire.
- Saddle: I don't care what it was... ouch! WTB Silverado I miss you!!!
- Pedals: Steel flats. The kind that tear into your calf when the chain skips and your foot comes off...
- Fork: Manitou dual crown with TPC damping (which had a dial, that I couldn't adjust) and a preload adjustment dial (which was also stuck). Oh and the bushings were shot and I don't think there was any fluid in it either. But it still "worked."
- Rear suspension: No-name coil shock for the rear set up on a 4-bar style rear linkage. It had flex, to say the least, but I don't know if that was a design flaw or the improv repairs. Bolt... bearing... same-same.