At this point, I’m not sure I can remember how many times I’ve ridden the Monarch Crest. Doesn’t matter. Every time, whether the sun shines bright, I’m wading through hip-deep snow, getting pelted with hail as I cross the Continental Divide, or watching legendary frame builder Don McClung cruise past rocking a rigid singlespeed, the Crest brings the big show.
Tough climbs, incredible views, ripping descents... and big smiles.
Every time.