The build process has been even less kind than the photo quality, if you can believe that. (Nothing like a good garage door shot.)
But it's hereby ride-able, and hereby it shall be ridden.
Requisite drivetrain shot. I have no clue why it's requisite, but here it is . . .
Surly ad shot. I have no clue why. Period. But here it is . . .
Last thing to get mounted was the headlight . . .
Reason being, so I could take my resident alien down to the park to chase the flying saucer.
|Don't stare too long, lest you be assimilated.|
In summary of my fatbike-building experience: HUNDREDS of hours and dollars. Priceless. For everything else, there's VISA.
Just to give you some idea of how twisted your mind gets, I've been looking at the image on the left for so long that the one on the right ("normal" MTB tire) looks anemic to me.
I'm obviously a little rummy from a long day in the shop breathing kerosene fumes and trying to focus on the world's smallest instruction text font. In seven distinct languages. But I have crossed the finish line. No one has ever been more ready for winter than me. At this five minutes.