Crank Brothers Premium Cleat
11-13-05, 01:11 PM
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from crank brothers' site:
weight: 30g per pair
float: 6˚
material: premium strength brass
release angle: 15˚ or 20˚
compatibility: eggbeater, candy, mallet
shoes: mountain
bolt pattern: 2-hole
adjustment: 2.2mm left/right
shims: included
warranty: limited
the premium cleat will be available online december 1.
weight: 30g per pair
float: 6˚
material: premium strength brass
release angle: 15˚ or 20˚
compatibility: eggbeater, candy, mallet
shoes: mountain
bolt pattern: 2-hole
adjustment: 2.2mm left/right
shims: included
warranty: limited
the premium cleat will be available online december 1.
11-13-05, 06:11 PM
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I like the left/right adjustment. I think that was one of the biggest flaws with eggbeater pedals. I'll definitely be getting a pair of these cleats.
Now if they'd only put wrench flats on the spindles of their ss pedals, I'd go buy two more sets of them.
Now if they'd only put wrench flats on the spindles of their ss pedals, I'd go buy two more sets of them.
11-13-05, 07:18 PM
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Nashbar is selling replacement (not these) cleats for $13.50 (with the 10% coupon) right now.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.
