When a friend lets you borrow a bike, you better go ride it for eighty five miles to see what it can do. Not a loop around riverside. Not a quick coffee ride. Eighty five freakin’ miles. You’ve got to let the day stretch out and see if the bike still feels good when you are tired.
I have ridden this Stinner all over Tulsa. To work. To get dinner. To wander the north side looking for pizza and somehow ending up home without any. The miles have been ordinary and without issue.
If you have been within earshot of me over the last few months, you know I have been preaching that steel is real. I have ridden a few steel bikes, and I have loved all of them. There is a steadiness to steel. It feels planted. It feels right.
This is a sick bike. Eighty five miles confirmed it. I would gladly knock out another eighty five with it if given the chance.
by Neither_Judgment_941