Hi, I am Zac. I am a mountain bike. For a few days I was parked besides my big brother Greenbo. While I had a few stories to tell, mostly I was listening to the numerous riding tales of Greenbo. Today I'll let the world know about Greenbo, because he doesn't write a diary, like I do. Greenbo Greenbo is a basic mountain bike. He has no expensive parts. Greenbo says simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. But I know these are not his words. He must have heard it somewhere. For a modest hardware he is, he has tons of experience on the road and off the road. On the road were numerous morning rides, and the daily chores. In the initial days, the city rides were the early morning rides. That changed gradually. A cycle ride could done at be any time of the day. Rather than the city rides, Greenbo likes to go out of the city. He says he likes to go to places where a road bike can't reach. In the woods On the road Born to...
Hi, I am Zac. I am a mountain bike. And I am writing my diary because I am 1 year old now. Not counting from the day when I was assembled, but counting from the day when I was bought. By the way, I was bought by one amateur athlete named ... whatever. Let's talk about me here. I was assembled in Indonesia, with bike parts sourced probably from South east Asia. And then I was shipped to a warehouse in Jaipur, India. From there, I was delivered to that amateur athlete in Pune, India. That's me, Zac The next morning, my owner took me to the neighborhood hill. I am fortunate that my home is besides a hill on the outskirts of the city. In one year, I have been riding asphalt roads of the city, gravel roads outside the city, and some trails on the hills. Here are some pictures of the places I've been to. This hill is in between the Bavdhan and Kothrud suburbs of Pune. This is my neighborhood hill. The training ground for my owner. This was a ride ...