At any rate... back at the trail head, while the typical midlife crisis nitwits were all strutting around their Trek Fuels and Stumpjumper FSRs, stroking each others egos, I approached this shiny little morsel of historic mountainbike-dom. The Schwinn Homegrown URT. Bad Ass.
Complete with long travel RS Judy and RS coil shock from back in the day, still pulling daily driver duty. Also, LX and XT parts and KORE goodies, back before KORE was a bastard import crap nameplate.
The Rock Shox Deluxe rear shock.
Factory trim, baby. Factory.