My commuter in its summer plumage, i.e., sans fenders and lights. Miyata Seven Ten frame adorned by a motley collection of cheap components. I've been riding it regularly for about a year and a half. The rear triangle is bent, the chainline's a wreck and underway, it's about as quiet as a chainsaw. The only thing remarkable about this bike is my unwavering affection for it. 46:17 for those keeping score at home.
Gayle Lutz Eugene, OR