Is it a mountainbike? Probably. In fact it’s more mountain bike than ever before. Steven Jones finds out it’s certainly no time to be an angel.
Having weathered the first round of attacks from the electrical killjoys I decided not to retreat into a cave, put pen to paper or even employ Charlie the carrier pigeon to get this electric bike story up. In fact I went as far as far as catching an Airbus 380 back from Utah rather than commandeering a sailing boat to get us back across the Atlantic smuggling the bird on board in the process.
Off the back of a truly ridiculous amount of riding in some of the toughest and most iconic terrain on the planet, with an affable bunch of guys ranging from 23 to 67 years, and with absolutely no intentions of setting up a resistance against such bikes – comes this quick summary of the bike we rode – the Turbo Levo.
Skirting the iron red vertical cliffs and hooded by deep blue skies, we had skipped up the side of Colorado river at a fair old lick before the trail rose steeply over boulders and massive slab sections, the three-inch Purgatory tyres warmed by spring heat and hunting down grip. A super technical combination of rock steps offered up a completely new challenge, one normally taken on foot. The bike caterpillaring over the first sequence of rocks, a quick check on body position counterweights the front and gentle pressure onto the pedal gets the section nailed feet up. E bikes adds another fun dimension to the ride.