This is one of those posts. It's for me to read whenever I think about buying a fatbike, as I did over most of the Christmas break.
What I want to remind myself is: fatbikes are slow. Not slow in an enjoyable, leisurely cruise with the family sort of way, but slow in a crawling, painful, struggle sort of way. A way where, during today's fatbike ride, I literally got off the bike and checked to make sure a brake wasn't dragging (they were not)
In some ways, I'm getting wiser about burning money on bike junk. The old me would have ordered a fatbike this Christmas, ridden it a few times, and realized how slow they were (not trusting my memories of my Gravity Bullseye, Salsa Mukluk, or Raleigh Pardner... clearly I have a ways to go to achieve wisdom). The ever-so-slightly wiser me instead borrowed a fatbike from a tall friend for today's ride. My friend Sean loaned me his Charge Maxi while he's trying out my Niner ROS B+:
