This ain't no fun-size mountain bike. Macho man, macha woman?
This is a rugged bike for a rough-riding son (or daughter) of a gun. If Teddy Roosevelt were alive today he wouldn't ride anything less than this Trek 4000 mountain bike. Charge San Juan Hill on a horse?! Phfft.
Heck, if mountain bikes were around back in the day, Steve McQueen would have been riding this steamrolling 24-speed Trek instead of some sissy Triumph motorcycle.
Fortunately the Amazon warriors didn't have access to this puppy. If they did, we would all be speaking Amazonian right now.
This is a big, bad 22 inch frame. Sorry, if you are under 6 feet tall, no need to apply unless you've got some seriously long tree stumps you are stomping around on. I myself am considering surgery to lengthen my shins so I can ride such a fabulous machine someday. Sadly, I am restricted to lesser wheels.
The Alpha (as in Alpha freakin' dog!) Custom Aluminum frame measures 22 inches from the center of the rock hard crank to the top tube with 33 inch standover height. (Your inseam should be approximately 33 inches to ride this bike comfortably.) The tough as nails frame is finished in blood red paint that will obscure the gory results of your deeds of derring-do.
American craftsmen forged the beastly heart of this bike and finished it off with Swiss-watch precise Shimano components. For those who don't know, Shimano translates as "bad ass" from Japanese. Out front leading the way is a Rock Shox fork to take on the nastiest of bumps and jumps: you could jump off a cliff with this bad boy! (results may vary) Not that you would really need to soften things up with a shock, but it is a Rock Shox after all. Bontrager tires grab your way through the muck and mud.
Or, you could just take the tires off the rims because anything less than riding straight metal to pavement is a bit twee. I am a little embarrassed to admit that the bike comes with a comfortable seat, but I can help you take that off since sitting down while you ride is pretty lame.
I am only asking $340 for this bike because I know anyone who is truly hardcore isn't going to succumb to some well-paying, suit-requiring, boss-butt-kissing job. If you don't have US currency, you can pay me with an equivalent value in gravel, iron spikes, or rough grit sandpaper.