I am starting to think about the Iceman so as soon as Allie and I got home from church I replaced the rigid fork on my Felt with my freshly painted SID and went for a hard ride. I thought about selling my Inglis single speed. It is a wonderful bike but really, my infatuation with single speeds just doesn't make sense anymore.I took my hands off the Felt's bars to stretch and immediately careened into the brush on the side of the trail. Strange. I tried it again and caught myself as I started to careen into the brush on the other side of the trail. I was baffled. I examined my bike to see why it handled so squirrely; everything looked fine. When I got home I compared the pretty old SID on my Inglis to the very old SID on my Felt. The older SID has a different crown, effectively giving my Felt a silly steep head angel. That’s it, I am swapping forks, selling the Inglis, chalking it up as another failed relationship, and moving on.
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