Jesus wept

I have critiqued or reviewed a number of different bicycles. None of them touched me as emotionally as this one. I stared at this bike for no less than an hour. I don't know exactly what i was hoping to find in this tangled debris, but every time i see it i now feel haunted. Just signing onto the page today to post i knew i would be faced with the challenge of looking at and then looking away from this bike. i have given this collection of parts the title: Edward scissorframe.



No matter how long i stare at this bike i cannot make sense of the proportions. The chainring appears over sized in comparison to the wheels. The fork and stem appear much too big for the headtube and the frame must be bent like a Chinese acrobat to get the cranks that far off the ground yet i cannot determine exactly where. Using the garage door as a reference i scribbled down some guestimates on an approximate size of this frame., My rough estimates put this frame as a measured 65. Looking over this bike you would think a cynic like myself would be excited to come across a single picture with so many possible points to discuss. Traditional brake levers and bar end shifters all mounted on road bars that have the appearance of having been stretched like silver taffy from the headtube. The mountain bike fork, undresized tires. I could go on and on. I however found myself not unlike the big game hunter in Africa that stalks the majestic lion across the barren tundra for weeks. When the moment arrives that the hunter is finally in the presence of this noble creature, there is a period of awe and a moment of regret at the prospect of the hunt now ending.