My first mountain bike, a 1997 GF Hoo Koo E Koo, was good to me but took a beating over the years. I rode it all over NH and VT. All over CT and PA. Took it to MT and CO and had lots of fun with it in Moab. But like any story of relationship failure, I didn't take good care of it, and started seeing someone else: a Klein Quantum Race. Fun as that road bike still is, I moved to a place with 18 miles of single track just a mile away from my house. I decided to take a look at my old HKEK. Well, that old thing was beat up and past it's prime. It had slicks on it, the paint was all chipped, cables were stretched, chain and cogs rusty and gooey with gunk, and its Rock Shox Indy was loose as Mary Magdalene. I was using it to pull our kids in a trailer to the beach. I decided to rekindle my relationship with the bike. First thing one does when one gets back together with an old frame? Get naked.
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