There was a time, a handful of years ago (6), when this was my pony:
She was my black stallion, and, after my first 3 rides with her, this is about how ridiculously hooked I was: click for a quick bit of a read.
She was one heavy pony. And that fork had what, about 6" of travel. And, best of all: I was running a 32x17 on that little ... Beast. (26" wheels).
I was riding her in all my favorite climby places: white ranch, indian creek, falcon, breckenridge, nederland. yeeehaaawwww.
Point being: I could ride my heavenly little beast, 32x17, up the worst the front range trails had to offer. And you know what, I was riding it all, and feelin' good, strong... and powerful. I cut major time off each of the trails/routes that I'd normally ride with the gearie (a FS Truth). I felt SO GOOD. (Bear in mind that after a few months of this I subsequently damaged my back to the point that riding my SS was no longer an option. gee. I wonder why).
Fast forward to the present day.
My current SS pony:
Now, a 29er, not too much lighter, but at least the fork has relatively normal (little) travel... and I'm running her at a 32x20. (no, I don't know how that compares to the 26" ratio -- but regardless, it ain't even close ;-))
Anyway, point being: last night I took her out for the first REAL singletrack jaunt (not including the handful of dirt-road forays this spring) since, oh, April 2nd, when Ez and I went out and beat the pp out of one another...
... and holeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee kick the the stomach. And I couldn't ride ANYTHING. Bergen obstacles -- ALL of which I can ride with the gearie: NADA on the SS -- not that I could even get a 1/4 of the way up the mtn to begin with. Sheesh.
That explains a LOT. Guess I've been a bit of a spinn-princess ;-) So much for POWAAA!
I've got a lot of work to do. So I'm going to go get after it.