Dudes.
You will not find a KEEN more kick-back cool than yours truly. My claim to awesomeness starts where the natural rubber meets the road. My track-grabbing substrate is dye, perfume, and preservative-free, and you my friend will be glad of that when you're hopping curbs down West Burnside on your Xootr and you land wrong in a crack.
Check this out: there we were, full speed down hill, Tom at the helm, Laika the G-shepherd-dog leashed around his waist, and of course us manning the ground effects, when we hopped up a curb, the front wheel face-planted into a crack, and next thing you know we - sans Xootr - are airborne.
We Venturas did what we do oh-so-well: we hit the ground running. After a dozen or so steps, big T hit the brakes and we cruised to a stop to count fingers, toes, dogs, and to assess if our ride was intact or whether we'd be hoofing it home.
Hoofing it across town would have posed no problem - in addition to having a kung fu grip on the road, our sidewalls and uppers are as cush and friendly as your favorite shirt when it's fresh out of the dryer.
Laika was fairly puzzled about the whole event, but kept stride all the while. Tom emerged wholly unscathed, the Xootr no worse for wear, and we - at least for now - get to sport the wicked battle scar you see in the above snap. Thing is, because of our favorite shirt-ness, we are also hip to taking a dip in your friendly neighborhood washing machine. Not only are we happy to roll with the Tide, but each time we're washed, our color scheme comes out looking a little bit more chill.
Anyway, we could talk about our blinding rad all day, but it would be for naught, as we are a limited-edition, members-only, exclusive-offer - or as they say in the trades, "discontinued" (whatever) - item.
You may have better luck with our little sib, the Coronado. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all, but if you want to know where it all started, look no further than the Ventura, yo.
Peace out.
