• Bike Review: The Guerrilla Gravity Smash and Best Day of the Year–Adventures and Gear, Colorado Style

    Submitted by Bill Plock on November 23rd, 2020

    Guerrilla Gravity was established in 2011 making welded aluminum travel-heavy bikes at 2031 Bryant Street, right by Mile High Stadium or whatever it’s called this year. It was a curious design when compared with the white-hot carbon fiber beauties these folks are cranking out today. The organic transition from a weld and build shop to one that builds and manufactures their own carbon fiber. A rarity in the cycling world.

    Guerrilla Gravity’s mission statement is simple “Make mountain biking more awesome”. From what I experienced after 4 days on their top selling “Smash” they have executed mission critical goals. Read more

    • How High School Cycling and My “Oh S#!T” Moment Intersect–By Rob Quinn

      Submitted by Bill Plock on November 16th, 2020

      It was just another night for “The 24th Street Gang”. We were eight to ten boys with a two-year-age separation, living on the same block in “River City” a.k.a La Crosse, Wisconsin. The gang name was coined by one of neighborhood parents. And it stuck.

      I should not say it was just another night. It was special for two reasons. First, my parents were in Chicago for the big Sports Retailer show. My father owned Quinn’s University Sports Shop located on main street for 43 years. It would still be going today, if I had not hauled ass out west, out of good old cheeseland, the day after I graduated from college.  Read more

      • Chasing Peter’s Ghost in Telluride, by Rob Quinn

        Submitted by Bill Plock on October 1st, 2020

        “Money don’t talk. It swears” -Bob Dylan. Dateline. Sometime in August. Telluride, CO If you buy-in to that classic Dylan quote. They are swearing like a Sailor in the port in Telluride.  In the past 25 years I’ve seen thatRead More

        • Lawyers, Guns and Money, Monarch Crest with Rob Quinn and Dirt Journal

          Submitted by Bill Plock on September 4th, 2020

          Dateline: Sometime in July Poncha Springs. Monday AM. I slept in my truck last night—we’ll get to that. I checked my phone, dangerously low at 10%. It’s Bob from High Valley Center Bike shuttle. He asks, “since I was the only 8 AM can I sit tight till 10 AM and join a few other Monday Monarch Crest shuttlers?

          “All good” my economical response. I peer out the back of my Tacoma. Yep. The parking lot at High Valley Bike Shuttle, just like I left it last night around 10PM when I faded into a spectacular slumber after a spectacular day.  Read more

          • Ft. Lewis, Fall Blaze Making it Happen to Support Collegiate Cycling

            Submitted by Bill Plock on August 21st, 2020

            If you are not familiar with Fort Lewis and their mark on college cycling and Durango for that matter, just know that they have won 24 National Championship, as a Division one NCAA sport even though they are not a division one size school

            Due to budget cuts the 2020 Track and BMX programs have been frozen or temporarily eliminated this year. With two major disciplines out of the mix, a hunt for another National Championship is that much tougher. Read more

            • Retracing Escalante’s Journey One Blue Tortilla at a Time on My Mountain Bike–Rob Quinn

              Submitted by Bill Plock on July 13th, 2020

              If you wrote down that in 1776 two Franciscan Priests and 10 other men of various occupations described as “soldier” or “horse tender” left Santa Fe New Mexico and headed west to Monterey, CA establishing an overland route to the California Mission system–you win too! This was not a military mission. They were on a mission from God, long before Jake a Elwood used that punch line. But some thought they had embarked on mission impossible, long before Peter Graves.

              Dominguez-Escalante (Dominguez being the other priest) decided they would depart north, head to what is present day Pueblo then follow the river to Durango. They then explored north towards Grand Junction, explored the Canyonlands and ended up in The Great Salt Lake Basin. Just like your family roadtrip last year! To put this journey in perspective they knew less about what they were getting into than Lewis and Clark or for that matter the first astronauts in space.  Read more

              • Lance’s last Hula. A dirt Moco Loco in Maui.

                Submitted by Bill Plock on June 14th, 2020

                Shiiiit. Moaned XTERRA Bike Course Chief Circ Toepel. A man of exacting detail and few words. These were the first swear words I had heard from this man, even after marking, running and sweeping the XTERRA Mountain Bike Courses twice. I had spent 10 hours a day next to him. I was a walk on volunteer at the U.S. National Championships in Ogden a few months earlier. Circ sized me up like a trail boss.

                We made the gate by mere seconds. As Circ unlocked that hinge the first three pros blew by. In that were the favorites. This guy named LANCE ARMSTRONG (we’ll get to him later) Austrian Michael Weiss (eventual winner) and Spain’s Eneka Lianos. South Africa’s Conrad “Caveman” Stolz had already fallen victim to Lances blazing bike pace. Something, I’m told the experienced XTERRA pros expected and loathed.
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                • Ready. Steady. Go? Endurance Hub Snowmass Looking at Summer as it Transitions From Shortened Ski Season

                  Submitted by Bill Plock on May 26th, 2020

                  Colorado’s resorts are busy planning for the new reality. Rob transitions from his last day on skis to thinking about biking at one of his favorite places and shares how Snowmass (and probably most resorts) is seeing their summer right now, as always Rob sets a colorful stage…enjoy Read more

                  • A Pirate Looks at Forty. Make that sixty. Rob Quinn’s Look at Life.

                    Submitted by Bill Plock on May 6th, 2020

                    Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late, The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder, I’m an over-forty victim of fate…Jimmy Buffet

                    I heard those lyrics in 1975. At 15 I figured anybody still trying to compare themselves to a pirate was already dead. Most 40 year old’s I knew in La Crosse, Wisconsin were well on their way to middle age. Most shelving their athletics after High School glory days, save for 10 years of competitive softball, then a catastrophic injury. Except this one dude. His name was Jim Asfoor and his family was from Syria. He was U.S Navy veteran and their family owned the junk yard and they were rich!

                    ditors note: Rob has been a great contributor to 303 Endurance for years in many different ways. Today, May 6th is his 60th birthday and if you haven’t read his past articles, now is a good time. This is a fun look at the perspective with which he enthusiastically shares his view of the world, particularly while riding his bike! Go Rob, Happy Birthday and thank you! Read more

                    • John Denver and Road Bikes. The Rodney Dangerfield’s of both Deserve Respect. And Here is Why

                      Submitted by Bill Plock on April 24th, 2020

                      Now to the Road Bike; is it destined to follow a John Denver cassette tape into obscurity? Become a legend it wasn’t? Now, throw in a million new Front Range residents, stoned, texting cousin Vinny in Newark on a shoulder-less road system built after WWII and what could possibly go wrong? Even the riotous good times offered with disc brakes or the hard to pass up offers of “timed sections” in a fondo for $160 that includes a jersey I don’t need may not save it. Is the skinny tired iron horse on the way out?

                      A toast to the lowly road bike. But now, all the sudden, the old Masi don’t look so bad when the parking lot to Green Mountain is full by 8AM on a Friday and the trails are a shit show.  Read more