On February 19, 2010, I was working on the 17th floor of our midtown office when a package arrived from S&M Bikes. It was a frame box, and inside, contained one of the first S&M Intrikat frames. I took it out of the box, marveled at the construction and sat it on my desk for the remainder of the day.

At around 6 p.m., I left work, carrying the frame out of the box by hand across town to the 33rd Street PATH Station. Entering onto the train platform, I was stopped by transit police and questioned about the frame. They examined it for a few minutes, and determined, that yes, it was indeed a BMX frame, and sent me on my way. I got a seat on the 33rd to Journal Square line, and tucked the frame underneath my legs so as to not alarm anymore transit cops that sometimes got on and off at random stops.

That night, the frame sat on my coffee table as I prepared to build it the following day at Grove Street Bicycles. It was everything I wanted in a flatland bike. It looked like a regular BMX bike, it’s geometry was compact but not uncomfortably small, and it was designed by someone I’ve respected in riding for twenty years (Chad Johnston).

For the past two years, that frame has served me amazingly well, surviving a cross country move and more than a few falls. And it’s still holding up fine. In fact, I’d say that it’s the one frame I’ve had in the past 15 years that has given me zero problems. And also the longest I’ve ridden one consecutive frame during that same time period.

Last week, almost two years to the day, I drove to S&M and bought a new Intrikat frame. Instead of enduring a PATH train ride back to New Jersey, it sat in the backseat of my car before making its way to the same coffee table that my first Intrikat frame sat on before being built up. And the past few days, while waiting for new parts to arrive, I’ve caught myself picking it up and studying the construction of the bike.

If I thought my first Intrikat frame was a good bike, then the new one is a pure work of art, and if history repeats itself, it should last me till I reach 40 years of age.

Also, I guess what I’m inadvertently getting at is that it helps (me at least) to be really psyched on the bike one is riding.

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