By Ryan LaBar
Stuffed into the back of a military surplus Mercedes-Benz Unimog that was tearing around the desert as if to elude pursuers, and with the flaps of the truckbed drawn closed to leave me completely shrouded in darkness, I had no idea what was going on. Cannondale had something top-secret to unveil, and after a 6:30 AM wakeup call and the rude rumble-about in the back of the no-so-cushioned truck, it had sure better be good.
When the truck finally came to a stop in a corrugated-steel-walled storage container, in an undisclosed location, I disembarked to the glare of Klieg lights and a number of Cannondale employees running around in hazmat suits. It looked like a community theater version of a scene from the “Moonraker,” the James Bond flick, but we would soon learn that the dog-and-pony show was worth it.
Haz-Mat suits? Men in... White? Welcome to the brave new world of electronic suspension.