Fork for a Schwinn Madison
10-04-08 | 08:07 AM
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Fork for a Schwinn Madison
Hey, I just got a Schwinn Madison frame and I need a fork for it... can anybody recommend one that would work? Would any fork fit? I don't know much about this so any help would be appreciated, thanks a lot
10-04-08 | 09:35 AM
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From: My response would have been something along the lines of: "Does your bike have computer controlled suspension? Then shut your piehole, this baby is from the future!"
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Is the orig fork bent? or do you just not like the orig fork? Just wondering 
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You see, their morals, their code...it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these...These "civilized" people...they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve
10-04-08 | 03:06 PM
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Is it the original Madison or the new version?
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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.
