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Long Term Test: S-Works Era

What is it?
The Era is the twin sister of the Epic – Specialized’s flagship XC racing bike. Designed for women, the key differences on the Era include lower stand over height, shorter wheelbase, shorter top-tube and a suspension set-up better suited to females (or smaller, lighter people).


Why do I ride one?
In the time Before Era (BE), I was more than happy riding my “dirty white” Camber Elite around the place. The perfect all-rounder, this bike had me on XC podiums one weekend and nailing challenging rock gardens the next.

After watching Annika Langvad ride an unknown Specialized bike in the world marathon championships however, my eyes started to wander. It’s not that what I had was bad in any way (quite the opposite in actual fact), but a little obsession had started. I was stalking the new bike on Google Images, refreshing bike review websites for any newly released information and possibly most perverse of all, I was thinking about this new bike while riding my Camber.

My first ride on the Era was at a Specialized “Test the Best” event at Wylde Mountain Bike Park in Sydney’s west. I was sweltering in the 40 degree heat and feeling pretty fragile after a hard fought criterium race earlier that morning. At this point my new rig was already on order through Specialized but that didn’t stop me immediately jumping on the phone to the team at Cyclery Northside and demanding they do all in their power to expedite it’s arrival. After all, I had jumped on the demo and just taken every “Queen of the Mountain” on practically every segment out there.

Some people will tell you that you can’t buy speed. Obviously, these people didn’t go out and buy an S-Works Era. If I had to describe it in one word, that word would have to be FAST.


The S-Works version of the Era spares no small detail. The FACT 11m carbon frame (in a really bad-ass matte black colour-way) brings together Roval SL 29 carbon wheels, a SRAM XX1 drive train, the inverted RockShox RS-1 front fork (100mm travel),  a Fox rear shock, carbon bars, cranks and a seat post holding the women’s specific Myth saddle. The little details are there too, with a SWAT chain tool top cap and a multi-tool tucked away in the frame (which to be honest I didn’t discover until well after, but now use all the time).


Like the Epic, the Era includes the automatically locking Brain suspension technology. The shocks remain locked out until a bump from below, which opens the valves to soak up the impact. Most people are used to having an open and a closed setting on their shock – it’s kind of like that, except the shock opens/closes like magic based on the terrain you are riding.

You cannot get any faster up a hill. The Era absolutely flies up anything gentle, steep, rocky or loose thanks to it’s racing geometry, weight (mine is a shade over 11kg), stiffness and suspension set-up (thanks Mr Brain).


Coming from a Camber to the more aggressive Era, I did find descending was a little bit more challenging. That said, Specialized have done a wonderful job in mixing a steep head-tube angle with control, as it was a lot less terrifying on rocky downhill sections than I expected.  The stiffness of the frame and wheels means that the Era handles like it’s on rails – it feels right at home on sweeping berms and long switchback descents including Stromlo (ACT) and Blue Derby (TAS). At the end of the day, the Era is still a XC race bike and may not be as forgiving as some other models for less experienced riders.

Out of the box, you hardly have to do anything. Over time I’ve swapped out the S-Works stock seat-post for a mini Command Post (dropper post) that gives me about 2 inches of extra clearance (helpful for unfamiliar descents at high speed). Foam grips have replaced the standard grips for my precious little hands. I am also running the tougher Maxxis Ikon tyres with greater side-wall protection on sharp rocky trails.


Recently I upgraded to a C-BEAR bottom bracket to really supercharge the drivechain – it’s completely silent, deals incredibly well with poor conditions and feels as smooth as melted butter.

2,500 km’s on the Clock
Like most of Specialized’s bikes – the Era hasn’t really missed a beat. They are well built and will last forever if you keep them well maintained.  Over time I have had the suspension serviced twice (preventative rather than responsive), replaced a few bearings and bushes, put on a new chain or two and swapped the front chain-ring a few times (to better deal with hilly verses flat courses).

The only issue of significance I have seen is with the Magura M8 brakes – which after working perfectly for the first 2000km, suddenly needed all sorts of work and lots of bleeds. While Magura’s warranty and service department have been great, I swapped them out for Shimano XT’s given some of the issues I occurred were right in the middle of a heavy racing period.


Why Buy One?
The S-Works Era is an absolute monster. I haven’t been able to think of a name for mine so I just refer to it as “the Crotch Rocket”. It is seriously fast – but also seriously expensive – still around $11k AUD RRP. That said, there are also Expert and Comp models in the line-up, which come in a lot cheaper.

This is one to test ride if you want to get into XC racing. It’s probably not your first bike (it also might not be your only bike), but it will make you faster. It’s lightweight, nimble and rides like an absolute dream.

I still have my Camber. It does get a little bit jealous, but it knows it’s still my number one if I am challenging myself on seriously technical terrain.  


Race Report: The Mont 24hr

After horrendous weather had postponed to original event (intended to be held in March), the weekend of the Mont 24 had finally come around. With a swag of new Specialized bikes securely attached to the roof of our cars, the Pro Cycling Coach team reported in for duty at the camp grounds of Kowen Forest early on Saturday morning.

Our team captain Vicky (with her infinite supply of fancy pants) had the troops well organised, ensuring the team had everything we needed for the weekend. With some expert assistance from First Lieutenant Tash, every detail was covered, including shade tents, tables, camp chairs, an esky or two, a generator powering the charging station and most importantly, endless supplies of food, cable ties and Qantas Pyjamas.

The Mont 24 is a lap race – teams of up to 6 riders complete a 20km lap and tag the next rider, sending them out on to the course. Teams with the most laps over the 24 hour period (which includes all through the night) win.

Veronica battling it out on her first lap
Veronica battling it out on her first lap

After some debate, it was decided it was to be Veronica (our resolute squad coach and purveyor of pain) who was to ride first, as the rest of the team felt she was the most aggressive rider amongst us and would therefore start the team in a strong position. Her aggressive appeal to the decision only solidified our standing, which left her with no choice but to kit up and get ready.

After slowly baking in the midday sun for 20-odd minutes (I am sure temperatures were pushing high thirties during the day), the motorcycles cleared the way, the cowbells started to chime and the field was off! Veronica sailed past as the third or fourth woman, her face covered in determination (and dirt from the dry and dusty fire-road). Through transition, up the hill and into the single-track. This was the last we would see of her for around an hour.

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Briony out on the hunt

The next rider up was Briony (your humble protagonist). After initially placing myself next to the wrong “Gu” sign (lucky I figured that out), I sat next to the right “Gu” sign, expertly balanced on my top tube, with that pre-race nervousness stewing in my belly. Veronica comes flying through the gates, looking as exhausted as a lost hiker having crawled their way across the Simpson desert for six days. She tagged my hand and off I went.

The course starts with a deceptive climb up to the entrance of the single-track, which weaves and entwines its way through fresh scented pine forest, littered with pine cones, pine needles, tree roots and the odd rubber snake. If my heart rate wasn’t red-lining and I wasn’t neck deep in an epic battle for race position, it would have been quite an enjoyable experience (and quite fitting for one of those home fragrance commercials).

Mont 24 2014
Focus on the track, not the scenery

Typical of my standard race plan, I was on the attack on any climb or firetrail section, whipping it through the fast and flowy sections and expending any available oxygen I had in calling “rider back” or “track please, when you can“, passing dozens of riders each time around.   The odd rider would let out a small groan or drop one of a few swear words after being overtaken by a female, but I can assure you, with the calibre of chicks there for the weekend, I wouldn’t be the only one guilty on these charges.

After partially melting in the heat, desperate for oxygen and with lactic acid bubbling away in my quads, I accomplished my goal of catching and passing the two riders on teams ahead of us. I flew into transition 1 minute under the hour and tagged our next rider, Kelly.

Veronica and Kelly
Veronica and Kelly

Kelly (the only vegetarian I know who travels with a meat cleaver) flew out of the blocks on her beautiful black and orange Camber. A great all-round rider, she cruised up the ascents and bombed down the descents, putting in our third hour lap in a row. At this stage, we had a slender lead over the other teams, but it was starting to look like it might be a super competitive weekend, with the Drift Team and the GuGu Girls hot on our heels.

Tegan "Bomber" Clayton
Tegan “Bomber” Clayton

Next we have Tegan (who is either bombing down berms at ridiculous speed or, in complete contrast, knitting) out on track. Sitting under the shade of our campsite, we were sure we could hear the “YEEEEEOOOOWWWWW” noises she was letting out as she flew down some of the longer descents. We don’t know what this girl is on, but she was absolutely on fire over the whole weekend, putting in some fantastic lap times (as well as providing me with the most sensual sunscreen application experience I have ever had).

Tegan comes back covered in sweat and dust (apparently after a handful of small sit-downs) and the clock hits “Tash Time”. Again a picture of contrast – when Tash is not baking the most incredible quiches, cupcakes, peanut brittle, chicken or pasta dishes for the team, she is out absolutely giving it to the course and the other competitors.

Captain Vicky
Captain Vicky

Tash tags Vicky (and proceeds to return to camp and don her favourite sunhat, purchased from a small region of Italy known as Woollahra). The most technically proficient rider amongst us, Vicky carved up  the tight corners, sandy berms and rocky outcrops. The gap between us and the other teams was becoming tighter and tighter as they sent out their big guns in an attempt to peg us back.

By this time, lights were being attached to handlebars and helmets as dusk set in and the temperature started to drop (much to our enjoyment and relief – my lap right on dusk was a nice contrast to those earlier in the day). For most of the team, riding under the shroud of darkness was performed about as regularly as Brisbane gets snow, so we assumed times may be a touch slower. For me though, most mornings I start my mountain bike commute in pitch black, so I was hopeful I could keep to my 60 minute lap times.

Mont 24 2014
Racing through just as the sun had dropped below the trees

At this stage we are sitting in second, which meant it was time for a strategic play. As the witching hour approached, I jumped on my bike for a hot lap at 2am, followed by Kelly at 3am and then myself again at 4am. Pow, pow, pow! Three quick jabs in the middle of the night and we managed to regain a 14 minute lead. Job done, time for the both of us to try and sneak in an hour or two of sleep.

Vicky, Tash and Tegan held the fort admirably, sending Veronica out for her final lap at around 9am. Having stumbled out of her tent a few hours earlier, looking dazed and confused (somewhat like a zombie child lost in the aisles of K-Mart), she smashed out a fast lap, only slowed by having to stop and assist a fellow rider who had come off near the finish. I followed on what would be my final lap, leaving Kelly to jog it in for the win, much to the enjoyment of the adorning crowd.

The Winning Pro Cycling Coach Team (L-R Tash, Veronica, Briony, Kelly, Tegan and Vicky)
The Winning Pro Cycling Coach Team (L-R Tash, Veronica, Briony, Kelly, Tegan and Vicky)

It was a fantastic weekend with not only my fabulous team, but all the other girls and guys we regularly see around the traps. It was a bucket of fun sharing a camp-site with other regular ride buddies like Danni, Linda, Steph and Kel.

The Winning Pro Cycling Coach Team
The Winning Pro Cycling Coach Team

Special mentions go to Erica, Marisa and the GuGu Girls, as well as Laura, Catherine and the rest of Drift Racing for such close competition. Well done to my commuting buddies Clutters, Bam, Rob and Watty who put in some amazing times to finish fourth in the hotly contested Men’s Fours. Finally, congrats also go to Mike, Normy, Trent and Jase for topping the podium for the Master’s Mixed Fours.

Thanks Pedal Mafia for our awesome matching socks!
Thanks Pedal Mafia for our awesome matching socks!

Time to head home and get some much needed sleep. As well as making sure our trophy is placed on the front counter of our ever supportive bike shop (and number one fan), Cyclery Northside. As always, the boys did a fantastic job in making sure our fleet of Camber’s, Era’s and Epic’s were fighting fit and ready to race.

Race Report: The Kowalski 100km

Excitement about this race had been building for weeks, as a number of Sydney ER mountain bikers were on the starting list. This obviously meant regular emails discussing form, full of banter, with the odd video to wet the taste-buds and a foolproof* logistics plan for travel.  *never turns out to be foolproof

Two cars headed down to the ACT on Saturday – one with three bikes secured neatly to the roof (although we initially put the additional racks on backwards, the Thule system is really quite brilliant) and the other with three bikes, in multiple pieces, stacked in the boot like a big game of Tetris. Remarkably, even with all three bikes having exactly the same wheel set and tyre combination, the boys managed to figure out which was which and get them all back together and in working order at the other end, without even one bent derailleur.

After surviving a night at a Queanbeyan Motel (apparently quite a feat) the ER convoy headed over to race headquarters, deploying a method of acclimatisation (turning the air-conditioning down so it was really cold) and pumping up some epic tunes over radio Briony. I am having the internal debate with myself in terms of what to wear – it was warmer than expected, but still cold (8 degrees) and likely to clear up over the day. To arm-warmer or not to arm-warmer, that is the question Hamlet would be asking himself.

Kowalski Classic 2014

Fast forward and I’m sitting nervously on my new Camber in the starting chute (in arm-warmers). My warm up seems to have worn off as the Elites are sent flying off up the hill like a swarm of angry bees, leaving nothing but a fine cloud of dust. A few minutes pass and the cow bell sounds again – off we go! I’m deliberately at the back of my group (which was 96% men), but true to form, sail past a number of them up the first climb, careful to keep the heart rate under control.

My first 25km of single-track was nothing short of atrocious – the main issue being my cornering resembled a pack of humpback whales in dodgem cars. I was all over the place, which was going to be a problem given the ~90km of twisty single-track in the race. I also took a wrong turn (following a group of four other riders) which, once we were back on course, left me in the midst of the wave behind me.

Kowalski Classic 2014

Another challenge I had to contend with in the early stages of the race was the rider who flew over his handlebars right in front of me (literally about 10 meters after passing me). Not having anywhere to go, my front tyre ploughed straight into his ribcage. I probably didn’t show as much empathy as I could have – he responded as being OK, so I climbed over him and immediately took off again (next time he tried to pass I made him promise not to crash).

Passing the first feed station, I caught up with my buddy Jason (another EasyRider), who must have passed me when I was busy exploring uncharted parts of the course. I sat behind him for a section or two, following his line, maintaining a good pace and starting to find my rhythm. We swapped over and finished the Sparrow Hill section together, passing a load of people as we started climbing back up towards the descent into transition, indicating the first 50km was done.

Kowalski Classic 2014

While the first 50km was tough, it had NOTHING on the second 50km. Up a steep climb again, I found myself trading positions with two other riders – I would pass them going up and they would pass me going down. This continued for a while until the first of the steep firetrail climbs, where I lost my buddies for good.

Navigating through a lengthy set of switchbacks going up the side of one of many endless hills, I spotted a female! Working hard to catch up to her, I sat on her wheel for a while and had a good old chat. She was riding really well through the technical sections, so again I followed her line for a while. The plan was for an attack on the next ascent (shock).

Kowalski Classic 2014 Kowalski Classic 2014

The next climb was rough. Turn a corner, pop out on to a firetrail and I see nothing but up. I am expecting to see man in sandals at the top holding a stone with 10 commandments – that is how steep it looked. Switching in to my granny gear (the dinner plate sized cog on the back of my 1-11), I commenced passing a load of riders struggling to walk up. I slowly push over what I think is the peak, only to be confronted with the rest of the hill. My heart rate is red-lining, but I don’t like being defeated, so after a few swear words are muttered, I continue on.

Just to rub salt into my wounds (not that I had any feeling in my legs at this point), the guys at the feed station at the top happily pointed out that was not the last of it. Having left a whole lot of people walking up the last hill, I continued back into the single-track on my own.

Kowalski Classic 2014

Through the elevator section (terrain as rocky as Sylvester Stallone in a boxing movie), I was hoping and praying I didn’t get a flat tyre. Next I found myself in an extended wooded section, with a definite lack of signs. In fact, the lack of signs had me seriously thinking that I had taken another wrong turn. Funnily enough, it was a orange Allen’s snake I noted on the track that was the only reason I didn’t turn around – as surely that had to have been dropped by another rider. Good thing I didn’t turn around – I eventually popped out and spotted a sign indicating I was in the right place after all (I could have kissed it).

I pass the last feed station for the first time (signifying 15km to go), at which point I am absolutely shattered.  I throw down my final gel and chew, drink the last few sips from my Camelbak and put my head down.  On my own again, I work hard to circle back and pass the feed station for the final time. One of the attendants throws a snake into my mouth as I convince myself the final 8km is all downhill.

Kowalski Classic 2014

Lucky for me, it mostly was! It was also scattered with livestock – I swear I heard a cow “moo” a few times, although I didn’t actually see one. I pop out in to an open area – in the distance I can see the hundreds of cars parked at the event centre – at which time all the pain and suffering of the last 5 and a half hours disappears as you realise it is almost all over!

The last kilometre was probably the quickest of my 100 on the day. Head down, I shift my gears down and I hammer it through to the final timing mat and the finish line. It was pretty awesome to be greeted by all my riding buddies and a whole heap of people I knew competing in the 50km event.

It was also pretty awesome to find out I was in first position in my category and had a strong lead (you don’t really have much of an idea while you are out there). Stoked to have no nutritional issues, no mechanical issues, to have given everything to a tough course and to come home with a win.

My new Camber was faultless on the day – I have no doubt it shaved many minutes off my final time of 5 hours and 50 minutes. It was a great weekend away with the commuting crew and a race I won’t forget in a hurry!

Images courtesy of Aurora Images.

Race Report: Shimano MTB GP – Mt Stromlo – 7hr Solo

If Mountain Bikes died and went to Heaven, they would go to Mt Stromlo. Located on the Western side of Canberra, “Stromlo” boasts over 50km of hand crafted mountain bike trails, spanning from beginner to advanced, cross-country to downhill and including a huge range of challenging terrain – climbs, descents, switchbacks, berms, camel humps and a stack of man-made obstacles like see-saws, bridges and walls.  If you ride a mountain bike, you need to go and ride Stromlo, simple as that.

I couldn’t pass up the chance to race at Stromlo – even though I knew the organisers (Rocky Trail Entertainment) were going to construct a testing course. This ended up being a ~10km loop, including a tough and technical climb up Wattle Happen, Bluetongue and Heartbreaker, but rewarded with the run down Skyline and The Luge (my favourite descent ever).


Heading down to Canberra on Friday afternoon, I made the precursory stop at Trappers Bakery before instructing the GPS to take me to my Hotel in Belconnen. Walking in to the foyer, I was rather concerned I had walked into the Norman Bates Motel – fixtures and fittings reminiscent to something lost in the shadows of the 1960’s. After checking “Redrum” wasn’t etched on my door, I opened up to a fresh and newly renovated room (thank God for that).

As awesome as Stromlo is and even with a good night’s sleep under my belt (no haunting to report), I was feeling a bit nervous going in to this race. The last two 7 hour solo events I have done didn’t exactly go to plan on the nutrition front – “bonking” and vomiting and all that.  My theory this time was to back away and not over-think things – eat when I am hungry and eat when I feel I can. Drink around a bottle an hour.


Another major positive was pulling up to the start line on my brand new Specialized Camber Elite (thank you Cyclery Northside)! A fair upgrade from my previous ride, this bike was going to be easier to get up the mountain and absolutely fly down it! What better way to christen a new steed than seven hours of Stromlo goodness.

The race starts and I am flying around the crit track, using my road skills to sit in a slipstream provided by one of the elite male riders, meaning I entered the singletrack in a relatively good position. With me for most of the first lap was female competitor Laura Renshaw – having a good chat and sussing things out together.


Disaster number one struck close to the end of the first lap – thinking I perhaps have a bit more skill than I actually do, I went off a double black diamond obstacle at the bottom of Duffy’s Descent, “burping” (tyre falls off the rim) my rear tyre and releasing a whole lot of air. Jumping off the bike and running the 200m in to transition, it took around 6 or 7 minutes to determine there was no damage to the tyre, there was enough sealant left, to pump it up and get going again.

Disaster number two struck half way up the second rocky climb. I remember thinking something didn’t feel quite right before heading down and around a quick little corner. The back end of the bike completely slid out, sending me flying into a rocky outcrop.

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There was a fair bit of swearing as I slowly sat up. A bit of blood here and there, the right knee had immediately swollen up and I’m a little concerned I’ve done something to my ribs. I feel like a piece of raw rump steak that had just been tenderised with one of those little metal hammers.  Then I realise the rear tyre is flat again (at least that explains the loss of control). After a bit more time wallowing in my own misery (while telling passing riders I was completely fine), I fixed the flat (with a tube this time) and started to make my way back to the transition area with plans to get straight into my car and drive home.

Funnily enough, as soon as I started the descent down Skyline and The Luge, I started to feel better. I immediately changed my mind – I’m not going home. I’m going to grab some more supplies and keep going. Two flats and a crash less than two hours in is one thing – travelling all this way to ride Stromlo and then quitting is another. I would rather finish last than not finish.


Back in around 8th position, I started my chase. Every time I rode up the climb I felt the pain in my body and mind – but every time I crawled over the final sandy pinch and on to the Skyline descent, it suddenly became all worth it.  The thrill of the ride down and the amazing view across Canberra meant I momentarily didn’t feel pain.

Overall I finished in forth position with 12 laps, around 4 minutes behind third. Regardless of the incidents, I could be very proud of the result, given the three girls ahead are all fantastically talented local riders – I dare say they can probably navigate the course better than I can navigate my sitting room.

The new bike performed above my expectations. Sure, I learnt some lessons in tyre pressure (reflecting on this, I think I was running the rear a bit too low for the course), but I set personal records up the climbs and absolutely flew down the descents. Going down Skyline and the Luge, the handling of the Camber was so crisp it felt like it was on rails. Each and every time.

One of the other pleasing aspects of the race was the fact that my nutrition plan worked! No vomiting, no feeling faint, no nausea. FINALLY!

Thanks to Outer Image Collective for the awesome photos, Rocky Trail for putting on such a great event and Specialized  dealer Cyclery Northside for all their help and support (and of course the new Camber!)

New Bike Day: Specialized Camber Elite 2015

I have been riding a Specialized Rumor Comp for almost a year now – a full suspension 29er built specifically for women.  This bike has seen me progress from Hopeless Newbie to Marathon Racer, with greatly improved technical skills and trail knowledge.

I have a deep seeded love for the Rumor. While I can’t even begin count how many times I have fallen off it, we have been through so much together, including the lows of a shoulder reconstruction and the highs of winning my first 7 Hour Solo Race.  The Rumor has been an excellent bike to learn my trade on – comfortable, durable and completely at home on single track and technical terrain alike.

Now that I have developed as a rider, it seems like a good time to step up to a carbon frame. The Specialized Camber Elite delivers a great all-round combination of “performance, capability and value” – it is lightweight, stiff and with geometry similar to the Rumor, it is suited well to the technical trails I often ride.


Photo’s don’t do the “dirty white” coloured frame justice. The combination of white, red and black looks really good. I am amazed at how different the carbon frame feels compared to my alloy one. Obviously a lot lighter and quicker up the climbs and a lot more responsive through tight corners, but the handling on the descent was an unexpected bonus. Flying down the famous Skyline/Luge track at Stromlo MTB Park, this bike felt like it was on rails.


On the rear the Camber Elite carries a FOX Float CTD Performance Series shock, with three settings for climbing, trail riding and descending.  On the front, a menacing black RockShox Revelation RC with 110mm of travel, ready to take on some rocky, technical A-Lines. The suspension setup gives me a sense of confidence as well as a bit of a fallback if I am fatigued or take the wrong line.


One of the things I love about this bike is that it comes with the SRAM X1 11 speed group-set. Only one ring on the front means dropping the chain is a thing of the past, yet I felt comfortable with the range the setup gave me (10-42 on the back and 30 on the front) when put to the test over 100km and 2,500 vertical meters of climbing (with a fast section on the crit track to start).


Another great thing about the Elite is the inclusion of Shimano SLX Hydraulic disc brakes. Without doubt, the best brakes I have ever ridden (I upgraded the brakes on the Rumor to SLX). Not included on the base model are the ENVE carbon bars pictured – they were a sneaky addition post purchase.

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The Camber Elite also comes with Specialized’s integrated dropper post – the Command Post. For me, a dropper post has made a big difference to my confidence and capability descending technical sections on the bike – with the saddle out of the way (press a button and it drops down) I can get my weight back easily. Once I know I can ride a section, I tend to then be able to do it with the seat up.  Having a Command Post on a Specialized bike means no messy cables – it is all done internally.


Another noticeable difference in my upgrade was wheels – with an improved set of rims and hubs, the Camber rolls faster and is quicker off the mark. Oh and the rims are red and look a bit badass! I am running Ground Control tyres – 29×2.3 on the front (good grip) and 29×2.1 on the rear (quicker).

Overall, I couldn’t be happier with the way the bike performed in it’s first big test, which included a mix of technical climbing, switchbacks, rocky sections, sandy sections, camel humps and a massive descent full of sizable berms (Mt Stromlo for those playing at home). Given it’s geometry, it won’t be the fastest bike on long flat firetrail (see the Era or the Epic), but it feels totally at home on technical tracks. It’s a weapon!



My Camber was lovingly built by the team at Cyclery Northside. If you want expert advice or to buy a new bike, don’t look past them.