Way back in 2015, the original Ritchey Ascent was one of the first true gravel/bikepacking rigs presented to the market. Today, we're thrilled to announce a new Ascent for 2021. The new Ascent builds upon the original bike by adding updates for the modern demands of bikepacking and adventure riding. Check it out!
With the welcome increase in the popularity of cycling around the globe comes some unwelcome delivery delays - and now price increases. Here's a look at what's affecting the current situation for Ritchey.
The bicycle industry is seeing an unprecedented combination of extremely high demand and painful supply chain delays. Here's some information about how this impacts Ritchey and the availability of products you're looking to get.
For the past 5 years, as long as we have been a team, we make our way to the Northern tip of California's Central Valley to ride Highway 36 from the town of Red Bluff to coastal Fortuna and back over a weekend. Seemingly a straight shot on paper, the ride is anything but simple. Cresting two major passes along the undulating rural highway, the ride is often a mediation on our strengths and weaknesses.
Ritchey and KindHuman Bicycles have sponsored venerable fan favorite Adam Myerson for the past 5 years. We've gotten to know Adam as a professional athlete, advisor, and a friend. In an effort to know more about Adam, this is an excerpt from a week-long segment we're calling Off The Bike.
That's right...'cross is coming, and you're probably training by now. Right? Maybe you have that perfect song or playlist to keep you motivated before, during and after your ride sessions. Chelsea Weidinger, a American racing in C1 'cross, sure does, and she shares her playlist here.
On June 1st, the city of Portola, CA filled with riders from across the United States to test their spirits and each other for the annual Lost and Found gravel race. Armed with our Swiss Cross and more than a few granola bars, we went to see just what the fuss was all about.
The road stretched out in front of me like a never ending sun-bleached welcome mat. I was somewhere southeast of Adelaide and more miles into my bike tour than I could recount. Below, my legs ticked out a a rhythm that my Outback Break-Away could handle, yet my detached consciousness didn't seem to notice. Unsure of where my partner was, I continued ahead without knowing exactly when the wind would stop or the pavement would end.