ah, yes! mine was an old shitbag, I can't even remember the make of the frame but it was white and red and it had some fairly hefty structural-looking dents (before I even got hold of it). We built it in a day and I was so scared and confused by the whole concept, I wanted everything to be perfect. And shortly afterwards I moved to London with my brakeless monster and found other people riding such strange creatures too. It's rotting in some Glaswegian alleyway now: even the person with the biggest parts box I know refused to keep it for a rainy day.
No trace remains of this bike that I once loved so much.
ah, yes! mine was an old shitbag, I can't even remember the make of the frame but it was white and red and it had some fairly hefty structural-looking dents (before I even got hold of it). We built it in a day and I was so scared and confused by the whole concept, I wanted everything to be perfect. And shortly afterwards I moved to London with my brakeless monster and found other people riding such strange creatures too. It's rotting in some Glaswegian alleyway now: even the person with the biggest parts box I know refused to keep it for a rainy day.
No trace remains of this bike that I once loved so much.