What is this?
#1
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shawnchiotti
Joined: Aug 2007
Posts: 14
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From: Berlin/boise
What is this?
Alright, here are some images
I didn't steal this, I got it from a guy who was giving a bunch of his stuff away. It was with the Austro Daimler frame and two weinmann wheels I got.
Here is the info from the stickers, etc
21" Mavic 32 Hole Rim 217 SUP 59 x 227
Built With the Best Wheelsmith Spokes
Shimano Deore XT HB-M738 Parallax 110 Hub
Thank you,
Shawn
I didn't steal this, I got it from a guy who was giving a bunch of his stuff away. It was with the Austro Daimler frame and two weinmann wheels I got.
Here is the info from the stickers, etc
21" Mavic 32 Hole Rim 217 SUP 59 x 227
Built With the Best Wheelsmith Spokes
Shimano Deore XT HB-M738 Parallax 110 Hub
Thank you,
Shawn
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jerk store
Joined: Mar 2006
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From: Boston
Bikes: '80s Chimo Garbage fixed 36/14, Centurion fixed 42/17
It looks a lot like a front wheel. However, my girlfriend saw an infomercial yesterday about this thing that looks like a chicken but actually makes soft-, medium-, or hard-boiled eggs. So, things aren't always what they seem.
#11
Woah 21"? Weird. Are you going to try finding tubes and tires for that?
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LF for the accentdeprived
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From: Budapest, Hungary
bax ftw
It quite clearly says in the first pic that it's 559x17 so it's just your typical MTB front wheel. Dunno where you got the 21" sillyness from.
Also, why did you feel the need to stress that you didn't steal it?
It quite clearly says in the first pic that it's 559x17 so it's just your typical MTB front wheel. Dunno where you got the 21" sillyness from.
Also, why did you feel the need to stress that you didn't steal it?
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I'm gonna guess: A wheel?
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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.







