Full-Suspension

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Some say the SB140 never met a dirt it didn't like. We agree in spades. What's your pleasure? Drag a bar. Make an edit. Stay out after dark. Try it. Land it. Or just stay at it. Happy to pedal. Greedy for more. The mayor of jibtown, proudly wearing the rip crown. The SB140. Down to fun.

Master of the gnarniverse. Bold claim for some. Fact-checked humility for the SB165. At home outside the tape, beyond the norm. Taken on the trails nobody talks about. Trusted on the lines where mistakes can't happen. Comfortable with all the chaos. Pleased when you're puckered. Fearless of your fear.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? one bike that rules.

Master of the gnarniverse. Bold claim for some. Fact-checked humility for the SB165. At home outside the tape, beyond the norm. Taken on the trails nobody talks about. Trusted on the lines where mistakes can't happen. Comfortable with all the chaos. Pleased when you're puckered. Fearless of your fear.

Master of the gnarniverse. Bold claim for some. Fact-checked humility for the SB165. At home outside the tape, beyond the norm. Taken on the trails nobody talks about. Trusted on the lines where mistakes can't happen. Comfortable with all the chaos. Pleased when you're puckered. Fearless of your fear.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? One bike that rules.

It's time to recalibrate your gray matter with what's happening in racing today. All it takes is "it's on!" ­– number plates not required. Born to naturally crush the climbs, the SB115 is evolved. Deft on the downs. Designed to race. Built to rally.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? One bike that rules.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? one bike that rules.

It's time to recalibrate your gray matter with what's happening in racing today. All it takes is "it's on!" ­– number plates not required. Born to naturally crush the climbs, the SB115 is evolved. Deft on the downs. Designed to race. Built to rally.

"Race bred". It's not just a slogan printed on the SB150 top tube. We've been pinning on numbers and pinning the throttle since 1985.

It's time to recalibrate your gray matter with what's happening in racing today. All it takes is "it's on!" ­– number plates not required. Born to naturally crush the climbs, the SB115 is evolved. Deft on the downs. Designed to race. Built to rally.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? one bike that rules.

Master of the gnarniverse. Bold claim for some. Fact-checked humility for the SB165. At home outside the tape, beyond the norm. Taken on the trails nobody talks about. Trusted on the lines where mistakes can't happen. Comfortable with all the chaos. Pleased when you're puckered. Fearless of your fear.

"Race bred". It's not just a slogan printed on the SB150 top tube. We've been pinning on numbers and pinning the throttle since 1985.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? One bike that rules.

"Race bred". It's not just a slogan printed on the SB150 top tube. We've been pinning on numbers and pinning the throttle since 1985.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? One bike that rules. The SB130 possesses a distinct, big mountain feel for riders constantly exposed to uncharted terrain. - Long reach—Puts riders in a balanced position perfectly centered on the bike, ready to tackle the unknown. - 150mm fork—Because our 130mm of rear suspension outperforms similarly stroked forks and pairs well with our more forward-biased position. - Front end doesn't wanter climbing and stays composed when pointed downhill—the rider position remains neutral. Low Slung, Long Drop Long stroke dropper post capability throughout the entire size range for greater agility. At home When You're Not The deeper you go, the higher you climb, the later you brake, the more comfortable SB130 becomes. Bottom line, the term "trail bike" gets used pretty liberally at Yeti. Balance, Achieved Refined for the unknown and everything in between the SB130's Switch Infinity provides a more progressive ride without affecting the anti-squat properties. Silence is TURQ Internally routed cable tubes from end to end for silent function and less translation of housing during suspension movement.

"Race bred". It's not just a slogan printed on the SB150 top tube. We've been pinning on numbers and pinning the throttle since 1985.

Master of the gnarniverse. Bold claim for some. Fact-checked humility for the SB165. At home outside the tape, beyond the norm. Taken on the trails nobody talks about. Trusted on the lines where mistakes can't happen. Comfortable with all the chaos. Pleased when you're puckered. Fearless of your fear.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? one bike that rules.

The rebel yell of the middle child. Fed a steady diet of super-tech climbs. The SB130 was built to crush the biggest terrain. No trail "too" anything. Point it up or down. Enter a last-minute enduro just for the eff of it. We say no one bike can rule all. But the SB130? one bike that rules.

It's time to recalibrate your gray matter with what's happening in racing today. All it takes is "it's on!" ­– number plates not required. Born to naturally crush the climbs, the SB115 is evolved. Deft on the downs. Designed to race. Built to rally.