2005 - .243 becomes Evil DOC

In the eternal search for better equipment that will magically make me not suck at riding while also making me a better human being all around, a short few year period saw a few frame/fork combos.

Here we see a small .243 with a Sherman Jumper become a small Evil DOC. Big fat Holy Rollers, huge disc brake, lock on Oury grips, mandatory Chris King headset and Thomson seatpost. Once complete, I remember really liking this ride. My rolling barspins off of curbs were stuck with authority. No drop to flat was safe. Not a single street in this damn town was prone to a wicked skid.

Shortly it was replaced by a Tonic Fallguy - but more on that later.

Fun fact #72: I'm still rocking those Profile cranks, either because they are that well built or because I ride like a sunflower.

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Reminiscing the Tonic - swapping 4x lowers

It hasn't been that long, but I already miss this frame.

For the large part of my Tonic Fallguy relationship, the frame rocked a Sherman Jumper fork. Towards the last third of it, the Jumper was swapped out for a Marzocchi 4x (Nemesis tuned, sort of a big deal back in late '90s).

It originally came with white lowers, and I rode it like that for about a week, but promptly thought better of it once I got into a nasty altercation with Fashion Police. I faced serious jail time if I didn't swap out the forks white lowers for black - and not only that - disc brake tabs HAD to be shaved off. Fuck the cops.

Anyway, I don't want no trouble (double negative to confuse the law). Below is the photographic evidence from the case that I used in the court - C2D lawyer recently notified us that it's now ok for us to share them with you.

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AIBLPM - January 2010 Edition

The AIBLPM for today is a easy and refreshing 0.83 and that makes C2D's heart sing.
Perhaps the cold makes people want to endanger others less, or perhaps today is a lucky day. I haven't commuted to our HQ via bike in a long time, literally since last year, so perhaps the real reason behind a low AIBLPM rate is the fact that I haven't pissed anyone off on my office route in weeks, which resulted in everyone calming down and finding deep within themselves a overpowering will and rational to park in designated spots and not wherever the fuck.

Regardless, I forgot how much fun it is to ride.

My bike of choice, a Tonic Fallguy will shortly be replaced with a NS Capital. Its a sad moment, but like with anything, good things always seem to come to an end.
Eventhough Portland, Oregon is a perfectly reasonable place to make bike frames, bikes of choice in that region are road and track, not dirt and street, therefore I must take my business overseas to Poland.
Eastern Europe is the horseradish of my excistance and its only right that I ride a velosiped cultivated 714 miles away from my hometown, and not 5,433 - presuming Moscow is my hometown and not NYC, in which case I suggest to just ignore the mile measurements above and use a less known but more accurate and case specific soul scale.

The point is, its warmer out. The face no longer wants to fall off with each minute on the pedals in 20mph 12F winds. Ride!

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