Yeti ASR-5
Last night I took my new ASR-5 carbon out for a christening. And this was no champagne over a yacht’s bow, high-society shindig. Nope … more of a trip to the wood shed via the bus to Ned, and lots of climbing over roots, rocks and loose chunder.
And worth every pedal stroke once we hit the alpine meadow, gorged on trail mix and savored trail-stash beer before descending the Magic Bus trail. Normally, on that trail, I’m on the brink of endo, especially in the rough-stuff and surprise rock gardens. With the 5 … no friggin’ problem … burms like rails, root infestations like velcro, gnarly rocky shit like a pump track.
Yep the 5 climbs like a scalded monkey and carves singletrack like a banshee in a bobsled. Call it what you like, a cheater bike, an all-arounder, or just a real mountain bike … but my riding buddy called it right … it’s a gun in a knife fight!
