Again, I love the look -- balanced with just enough visual tension lurking -- the size of the wheels, the insanely short wheelbase and the gentle upward lilt of the center line of the frame going back. There's the overhang of the seat giving the visual impression of a fender. The design lends a sense of action with minimal touch. And there's the matter of black and red-orange. Me likey.
Now, for the bad. Damnit! I want to love this little punk of a bike with no reservations, but alas, I cannot. Here's the breakdown:
- The seat? A tad narrow. 100% body weight on my balls. Not so good.
- No gears? No go.
- Rear mounted pedals means tons of forward lean on the handlebars. Great for triceps definition not so much for comfort -- even for a short tripper
- A short tripper? I can walk short trips and wear fly threads if I need to look cool.
- Cool don't get you to school.
- Short wheelbase = great handling. Except, what good is it when you're only moving 5 miles and hour? Tight turns at that speed means you fall over.
So, while I love looking at this gorgeous piece of work, the relationship is flawed once I consider it as a functional object. It's kinda like bicycle porn. It get's me excited, but fundamentally it never takes me anywhere.