Does anyone know what kind of bike this is?
Posted Sep 16, 2014, 1:07 AM UTC
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It's called the THUNDERFUCKER!
"What kinda bike d'you git?"
"I got da THUNDERFUCKER, bitch!"
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It's called the THUNDERFUCKER 5!
FTFY
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Looks custom.
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IMHO its one of the finest bikes ever crafted. Ezra was the best bike builder that ever lived. The industry lost a master.
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That's my kinda bike. Vintage-inspired looks, a disc brake, and balloon tires.
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Single speed mountain bike with fat tires?
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Here's a write up: http://blog.gessato.com/2012/03/26/the-tf5-bike-by-ezra-caldwell/
And here's the rest of the guy's bikes. Never heard of them but they look pretty nifty. http://fastboycycles.com/bikes
Ezra Caldwell was a frame builder who passed away a few months ago after a long battle with cancer. All of his frames are absolutely stunning in their own right, though I'm a huge fan of his touring bike builds.
From Ezra's blog, Dec. 2012:
'You would all do me an amazing service if you would entertain the notion that the fight metaphor may not be the most helpful one. Or maybe it’s not as helpful now as it was in earlier stages. It’s difficult to change the language around something when it is so engrained. “Fighting cancer..” “died after a long battle with cancer..” etc. But this implies that there are winners and losers. That if we die we have lost. But we ALL die. No one makes it out alive. That shouldn’t make us all losers. The most pernicious part of the fight metaphor for me is the notion that if someone dies young from cancer they simply didn’t fight hard enough. That if someone decides to forgo treatment, they have “thrown in the towel.”
I don’t see any grace in the desperate clinging to life that we call fighting in this metaphor.
Maybe instead I’m having a slow dance with a handsome and charming mad man who has made it quite clear that eventually he’ll have to USE the straight razor that he’s holding to my throat. I believe him. He doesn’t seem like a guy who lies. Why he has to cut my throat isn’t clear. In the mean time, it’s a warm embrace. I’m holding him, he’s holding me. He’s whispering the most beautiful and insane shit to me, all wise, all true. I’m trying to enjoy the dance as much as I can, trying to learn as much as I can, trying to stay present despite the knife at my throat. And now he’s starting to cry. You dig?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fighter all right. I have been from the start. Walking around barefoot with fists cocked. But this isn’t a fight.'
He was amazing. I was really sad to discover the photos of his builds and then learn that he passed. So talented. :(
The details on that bike man. It's like he still lives through his work.