Beware of Salsa. It’s a symbol of the new bike age, where the millennials and neo-hippies are slowly starting to take over and give bikes a cool mainstream tag. Hopefully the age where one treasures a fart in a tent at the back end of a 15 day bike packing trip more than a gold flake fart Rolls Royce that they bought to show off their first million. Shiny happy people who treasure not only being, but also feeling alive, and who know that biking is a mighty good fix to get that sensation. And yes, the millennials that are getting on these bikes might think they need batteries, gps routes, and rechargeable solar power, that otherwise they’ll suffocate and turn into an analogue video cassette and forever lose their wireless connection. But shouldn’t they try how free one feels without a phone, charger or gps somewhere out there, how at first it scares the poop out of you, then it paralyzes you, and then you realize you’re still alive, you can actually read a map, make a fire, travel at night until your 3A batteries die, and then travel at night by the light of the moon? Should they try that and like it, there’s a bike for this. Oh yes. The Deadwood.
So you say Salsa is overpriced? How come a Tiagra bike goes for $2000, or why the Marrakesh has competitors that seem to have better value for money. Well look again fella, there’s a lot of reasons. Not just appearance. These bicycles hide little engineering gems that one appreciates and marvels at after the end of a long ,long never ending ride. So just grab, buy, steal, borrow, test ride, lease or maybe just make one. And you’ll know that you’re getting your money’s worth.
I always enjoyed taking my bike to places where other people told me it wasn’t bikeable. My most memorable hike a bike probably being the one where I hiked with my now wife next to a beautiful canyon trail that made us scramble next to a steep waterfall trail, and then get caught in the heaviest hailstorm ever. Once upon a time I helped design the course for the first Croatian X-Terra triathlon and ended up carrying my MTB for hours through an endless rockgarden infested by thornbushes in the scorching sun. My longest non-stop MTB ride was a 180 mile ride leg during a weeklong non-stop adventure race in Portugal where we biked an endless 48 hours in pouring rain/ice/hail conditions. And I was always dreaming of finding and riding the perfect bike for this type of riding. And now I found it.
A Salsa.
And yes, you can probably do these stupid things with any kind of bike. But having one that is actually made by people that think that such stupid things are fun is better. Having a Salsa is better. And having a lot of Salsas is way better.