Riding Fox suspension is like walking barefoot on thick, freshly shampooed shag carpet. Both are so plush and feel so good that they hide an awful truth — in the case of the carpet, that shag is an aesthetic offense unrivaled in home decor; in the case of the shocks, that navigating the rough terrain of a rocky trail without Fox likely requires more skill and effort than you’ve got.
It’s nice to have my big bike back from the LBS.
