Born out of World Cup downhill racing, our LG1 Race Carbon Enduro wheels are ready for anything you can throw at them.All-aluminum hubs maximize durability, wide flange and bearing structure provides a strong and nearly dishless wheel build, and 30mm inner width rims provide the perfect platform for tyres 2.3-2.6" wide. Key Features: Engagement: 6 Degree, Rim: World-Cup developed carbon layup, hookless, 30mm internal width with Lifetime Guarantee,Freehub Mount: Microspline Drive, XD Driver, Hub: Triple-sealed, fully machined aluminium hub w/6 degree engagement.,Included: tubeless tape, tubeless valve, spoke x3, nipple x3, nipple washer x3, 15mm endcaps,Spokes/Nipples: Custom Hive triple-butted black steel spokes, black alloy nipples, nipple washers (x28),Axle: 148 x 12mm,Drilling: 28h,Material: Carbon,Width: 30mm internal width.
Genuine DT Swiss replacement Freehub bodyOnly fits classic twin-sprung DT ratchets, will not fit the Ratchet EXP hubsDoes not include end cap; if you require an end cap please order the equivalent conversion kit
Classic shape with new levels of style and performance. We designed these shades to look good and fit comfortably on your face whether you're haulin' ass down a mountain trail or drinking beers in a Mexican cantina.You read that correctly. We are encouraging you to drink some of that sweet amber liquor with the Prince of Darkness. Don't let Satan's reputation (or love of ironic eternal punishments) scare you away; he just wants to be your running buddy. So go on, throw on these amber and black shades and do some Whiskey Shots with Satan.No slip. No Bounce. All fun.No Slip - We use special grip coating to construct our frame to help eliminate slippage when sweating.,No Bounce - Our frame is snug and light-weight, with a comfortable fit to prevent bouncing while running.,No Leopards - Plus, no one wearing goodr running sunglasses has ever been attacked by a leopard (as far as we know).,.Made For:Running,.Great For:Biking,Beasting,.Whiskey Shots with Satan Origin Story:When Satan appeared in the middle of a meeting of goodr’s Board of Directors we were all actually quite pleased as it was a nice respite from the awful powerpoint presentation that Rob was droning over. After making brief introductions around the table, the Prince of Darkness got down to brass tacks: he wanted our souls and was willing to give us most anything we wanted in return. Before we could start negotiating, Rob blubbered something about his immortal soul being worth far more than any earthly reward and then tried to run out of the boardroom. Luckily, one of the board members had tied Rob’s shoelaces together (as is tradition), so Rob promptly tripped, hit his head on the side of the boardroom table and then lay mercifully unconscious while the rest of the grown-ups got back to the business at hand.After discussing Lucifer’s proposal amongst ourselves, we decided that a simple exchange of souls for Satanic promises was not very sporting, so we made a counterproposal that we would instead make a bet. Well, when the Devil is down in Georgia he may challenge the yokels sitting on hickory stumps to fiddle contests, but when he’s bargaining with the folks at goodr, he knows the way to our souls is through a few alcoholic beverages.With that in mind, Beelzebub quickly proposed a drinking contest: the 7 members of the goodr board of directors vs. the Father of Lies himself. If the Abaddon won, he would get our souls. If we won, we would get a dinosaur shrunken down to the size of a house cat.Being the courteous hosts, we, of course, allowed the Angel of the Bottomless Pit to choose his drink of choice. We were pleasantly surprised when he produced several bottles of Bulleit Bourbon (10 year); a sophisticated, yet unpretentious choice. With the whiskey selected, all parties shook hands and the contest began. The Adversary would take a shot, and then one of our number would take a shot. And so it proceeded for 4 hours.On his 42nd shot, the Accuser tipped back the whiskey into his gullet and almost immediately placed his hands over his mouth. His cheeks puffed with demonic bile and his eyes began to water. We all held our breath as the Morning Star attempted to swallow his shame. But just as it seemed he might pull it together, another convulsion wracked the body of the Lord of Hell and the vomit spilled onto the floor (and Rob, who was still unconscious).We gave a hearty cheer and exchanged several high fives. The Beast quietly cleaned the vomit from his face and graciously bowed, indicating that we had indeed bested him. Not wanting to be ungracious winners, we declared that we would name our black sunglasses “Whiskey Shots with Satan” as a commemoration of this most epic of contests. We also offered Rob’s soul as a sort of parting gift, which none of us felt particularly bad about because Rob had subjected us to that awful powerpoint. The Dark Lord gracefully accepted our gifts and disappeared in a puff of sulfuric smoke.It had been a hell of a board meeting and we all agreed Pina Coladas were in order.Hail Satan..
Designed for going the distance, the Castelli Distanza 20 socks are made from merino wool. Appreciated by cyclists for many years, merino wool is naturally wicking, warm, and odourless making it ideal for long, cool days in the saddle. Nylon toes and heels introduce durability while an arch support band holds the sock in place. The 20cm ankle height provides some luxurious comfort and coverage.Key FeaturesWinter-weight merino wool socks,Arch support band,Nylon toe and heel for durability,20cm ankle height.