… on a steel bike?
Salsa wasn’t always a QBP brand. Here the Pro’s Closet interviews the originator of Salsa, Ross Shafer!
… and they use this image from Helmut Newton in 1966 as a header image. Be sure to head over to Vogue UK and read the article.
This bike has a rich history and for vintage MTB collectors like Martin of Second Spin Cycles, it was a must-have for his extensive catalog. You see, Martin is a curator of sorts. Up until recently, he was commissioned by other collectors and hobbyists to build their dream bike. Whether it was a Yeti or a Yo Eddy, Martin had a knack for finding even the rarest components or accessories to top off a vintage build. Now Martin’s life is too busy to spend time for other people and has began focusing on his own bikes, which he actually rides quite frequently, whereas most collectors just display.
Now, back to this special Yeti ARC. A little while ago this frame popped up on eBay. It had a Johnny O’Mara decal on the toptube, signature hand-machined cable ferrels, FTW welds and a serial tag of number 90. All the signs pointed to this being an actual Johnny O’Mara bike, but there was one thing that threw Martin off: the bike was in Germany. The vintage MTB world is a strange one. Collectors scour the internet all over and if someone really wants a bike, they’ll pay top dollar for it. That said, Martin wasn’t too surprised to see the frame overseas. Who knows, maybe the owner was a Johnny fan?
After acquiring it, he began looking at some of O’Mara’s signature build details. With this particular pedigree of Yeti, Johnny was known to mis-match the hubs and cantilever brakes. So Martin did just that. One black Shimano XT hub on the front, one silver Shimano XT hub on the rear. He also had a penchant for purple, so on went the ever-so-classy Cook Brothers cranks, ODI grips and Ringlé skewers. Onza tires and a Manitou fork finished off the build, resulting in one pristine Yeti ARC. So pristine that the heads at Yeti want this bike for their home office, which is where it’s heading next week…
La Course en Tete is now on Youtube in its entirety. I highly suggest you watch this one if you haven’t. Happy Merckx Mondays!
This is a banger of a photograph. Young Eddy in a Faema kit, battling it out against a Molteni racer during the Trofeo Baracchi in 1969. Photo via…
A stayer stem, cottered cranks and a well-aged patina are just some of the details found in this Schwinn Paramount track bike from River City Bicycles’ collection.
Nickalas’ work is something that you simply cannot grasp from photos. The detail is insane. It wasn’t until I saw one of these prints hanging up in the Cub House this weekend that I fully grasped his talent. You too can own one of these triptych prints of Greg Lemond’s prized Jaune Cinelli Supercorsa, or perhaps one of his other prints. The above painting measures 20 5/8″ x 42″, is signed by both Greg Lemond and the artist with an edition number of 60.
Head to Nickalas Blades’ online store for more details.
This one’s a strange bird for sure. 1994 brought about a sea change in the mountain bike industry. The world was abuzz with full suspension bikes and suddenly manufacturers like Fat City Cycles found their hands forced to embrace this new technology. It was this year that Fat Chance joined forces with Serotta in New York. This manufacturing move allowed bikes like the Shock-A-Billy to be born, as well as increased production in the standard lineup including: a Ti Fat, Buck Shaver, Yo Eddy, Wicked Lite and the brand’s road bike, the Slim Chance. These frames featured quad butting, an aluminum AMP rear swingarm providing 2.75″ of travel and an optional Rock Shox Mag 21 fork.
How bikes like this survive for over 20 years and remain mostly intact continues to baffle me. Especially with builds like this: Ringle skewers, WTB VelociRaptor tires, White Industry hubs, Moto Ace Salsa stem, Syncros post and a working Shimano XTR group.
Fat City Cycles suffered a fatal blow in 2000, only to return in 2014 with a new plan… They’re back and you can own a modern Fat City.
As for vintage Fat City, if you really wanna go down the Fat City rabbit hole, read up at Mombat!
The term “bad ass” gets thrown around a lot but Missy Giove is deserving of the title…