DirtBags Hip Hopper

Some people, as I’m sure you know, are die-hard Christmas celebrators. They mark the passing of their year by how close or far the date is to December 25th. Other folks mark the passing of time based on birthdays or national holidays. But as for us here at ShredWorthy, the event of the year, every year, is the Dakota Five-O. Our Spring and Summer riding seasons are devoted to getting into the best possible shape for the 50-mile sprint on Black Hills fast and flowy singletrack.

*Flashback to 2017* It’s the weekend of my very first Five-O. I’m downtown at the race pre-party. A band is playing, crowds of people and bikes abound on the streets of downtown Spearfish, and my nerves are through the roof while I unsuccessfully try and convince myself that I stand a chance of finishing the race in under 10 hours.

I’m drinking to try to stifle the nerves. It’s not working. In fact, the more beer I drink the more uncomfortable and nervous I feel. I figured that I should find someone confident to talk to. That might ease my nerves.

I find a fellow bike shop employee standing nearby, an avid cyclist and many time podium-placer at the Dakota Five-O. We dive into conversation about race strategy. Quite naturally, it’s the only thing running through everyone’s mind. He emphasizes to me how essential the continuous ingestion calories will be to not bonking. He asks me what I plan to eat and how I plan to carry it.

I respond that my plan was to carry all of my nutrition in my Camelback backpack. He laughs and says, “So you’re going to get off your bike everytime you want to eat?”

Riding the  Dakota Five-O  for the first time, Hip Hopper proudly attached to my handlebar and securing my race plate. Photo by  Les Heiserman , 2017.

Riding the Dakota Five-O for the first time, Hip Hopper proudly attached to my handlebar and securing my race plate. Photo by Les Heiserman, 2017.

Panic ensues. How hadn’t I thought of this before? I need to be injesting calories the whole time I’m riding. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!

I look to my left and there’s a tent for DirtBags Bikepacking. *Thank heavens!*

I go and look through the bags, keeping handlebar accessibility in mind. My options become clear, a burrito hauler, a feedbag, or the newly launched Hip Hopper, which attaches to the handlebar on both sides of the stem and cinches tight to the front fork.

I decided on the Hip Hopper because I could fit enough nutrition in there to last me 50 miles, I could ditch my sunglasses in there, my cell phone, AND my gloves could also comfortably fit inside the bag. There was also a secondary pouch on the front of the bag where you could slip empty rappers, credit cards and dollar bills! I loved it right away!

Initially, I was nervous that it would flop around and distract me during technical downhills, or that the weight of the bag would prove difficult to maneuver at the handlebars. But neither was the case. I nearly forgot the bag was there while I was riding, except for when I wanted some nutrition, which was just about every mile. The bag also converts into a fanny pack, which clips around your waist should you want a bit more gnarly enduro-style ride.

Since buying the Hip Hopper, I have used it on almost every ride that I have done, attached to my handlebars, worn proudly like a race plate. I even had another one made for my fatbike. I wear it as a fanny pack when I go hiking or on vacations. I trust it with my fancy camera when I go on particularly scenic rides. I even shredded the Whole Enchilada with my Hip Hopper installed on my handlebars.

I hardly ever ride without this thing, and if you’re looking for a bikepacking grade, quality made, USA-based branded bag, I would highly recommend checking out DirtBags. They do it right.

Photo by Abby Santurbane at  Santurbane Photography , 2018.

Photo by Abby Santurbane at Santurbane Photography, 2018.

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