shamobius
BoTM Winner
Back in 1989 I had just sold my custom Bradbury Manitou because I felt it was too tall for me in the front end. I was looking for a smaller steel bike for riding technical singletrack. Back in those days (pre internet!), if it wasn't in a magazine or a bike you saw in a shop or out on the trails, you wouldn't know about it. Of course Fat City Cycles was already legendary for their trail bikes. That summer two articles were printed in MBA that convinced me I needed a Fat Chance Team Comp.
FatTeamComp1C by shamalama88, on Flickr
Chris-1C by shamalama88, on Flickr
I scraped together my hard earned sheckles and placed my order through the bike shop I worked at (Russ Hay's). I asked for custom cable routing, with top tube cable guides running at 5:00 - 7:00 - 11:00, giving what I thought were the cleanest lines to the back of the bike. For paint I wanted the metallic grey-blue of James Dean's Porsche from that infamous poster popular in the late 80s, with matching green forks and handlebar in the same tone. I had wheels built while I was waiting for the frame: blue bodied, silver flanged 36 hole Bullseye hubs on silver Mavic Oxygen rims.
It was the sweetest bike BY FAR I had ever ridden. It steered itself and was so comfortable on long rides. It honestly felt alive, and I could ride it on pavement hands free forever, no matter how drunk I was.
1989 Fat Chance Team Comp angled by shamalama88, on Flickr
1989 Fat Chance Team Comp side view by shamalama88, on Flickr
I had it for about two years before it was stolen in early 1992; I went in to a corner grocery store about four blocks from my home, came out a minute later and it was gone...
FatTeamComp1C by shamalama88, on Flickr
Chris-1C by shamalama88, on Flickr
I scraped together my hard earned sheckles and placed my order through the bike shop I worked at (Russ Hay's). I asked for custom cable routing, with top tube cable guides running at 5:00 - 7:00 - 11:00, giving what I thought were the cleanest lines to the back of the bike. For paint I wanted the metallic grey-blue of James Dean's Porsche from that infamous poster popular in the late 80s, with matching green forks and handlebar in the same tone. I had wheels built while I was waiting for the frame: blue bodied, silver flanged 36 hole Bullseye hubs on silver Mavic Oxygen rims.
It was the sweetest bike BY FAR I had ever ridden. It steered itself and was so comfortable on long rides. It honestly felt alive, and I could ride it on pavement hands free forever, no matter how drunk I was.
1989 Fat Chance Team Comp angled by shamalama88, on Flickr
1989 Fat Chance Team Comp side view by shamalama88, on Flickr
I had it for about two years before it was stolen in early 1992; I went in to a corner grocery store about four blocks from my home, came out a minute later and it was gone...