Don’t get me wrong. Few things tickle my fancy quite like shiny new outdoor gear. On any given week, I “need” a new lighter tent, a quieter stove or a new rain jacket. Topping the list though, head and shoulders above the rest, are bicycles. Herein lies the problem. Bikes are really expensive, and given my general disposition towards work and propensity for travel with my family to far flung corners of the world, nice bikes are well beyond the reach of my ever dwindling budget.
Enters Frank. That’s not his full name mind you. It’s short for Frankenbike but he doesn’t care much for it. Frank was born out of old parts scoured from the internet, more old parts traded for beer with friends, a big box of even older parts accumulated over the years and gathering dust in my garage, hours of tinkering in said garage and still more beer (for me this time). Very few things on Frank are less than ten years old. He comes complete with a frankenrack made of no less than three old racks put together and an up-cycled yet still fashionably color coordinated, crazy carpet handlebar roll. Bottom line is: of all the things listed above, beer definitely gets the lion’s share of the total cost for Frank.
Frank took it’s maiden voyage this week, a short couple of days after being finally assembled. A quick jaunt in Garibaldi Park on the notoriously loose and rocky trail up to Elfin Lakes for a couple of days of hiking and camping. If I was a gear reviewer for one of these website I spend too much time on, I would have reported my impressions roughly like this: “I initially had concerns heading out on Frank. With it’s mismatched wheels, dented top tube and a groupset that could only be defined as ‘all over the place’ Frank inspired little confidence. The trail began with a steep, loose climb and it became immediately obvious that Frank was something special. It felt amazingly stable when loaded. The geometry is nimble yet very comfortable. The crazy carpet handle bar roll blew my mind by being absolutely rock steady and the gear ratio made easy work of even the steepest sections while the 26 X 2.4 tires with low pressure made you almost forget that Frank is a hard-tail. My concerns about the downhill capabilities of Frank were just as promptly alleviated on the way back as we took to some fine Squamish single-tracks (Meadow of the Grizzly should you wonder). The BB7 cable actuated disc brakes, subject to much snobbery, provided ample braking power and will be an appreciated feature for someone who envisions taking Frank to far flung corners of the world with his family. If I had to criticize, I could say that, on the steeper drops, Frank’s somewhat steep steer tube left me wishing for a slacker head angle. But this might be attributed more to my own short-comings than Frank’s. Overall, Frank is one fine adventure machine for a budget traveler who longs for rough and steep dirt tracks in high and remote places.”
If you are anything like me, after reading this review, you can barely contain your excitement and think: I need a Frank! Good news is: with a little time and a modest investment in beer, you too can have a Frank and with plenty of change left to take off to… lets say… Peru?
What’s that you say? Frank is blue? I guess that’s true. But beneath its sky blue paint job, given where Frank comes from, it is most definitely one of the greenest bike one can get.