Haro Escape 8.2

Nov 2003 - Aug 2005
R.I.P.

Ready for some villero bashing

Those were the days...

After a year and a half of adventures, races, crazy downhills and correspondingly ridiculous crashes my mountain bike is gone. It will be sorely missed. Stolen in broad daylight, in the centre of Mar del Plata despite being locked to a lamp-post. The only one of its kind in the city, maybe the country, I hope the thief appreciates the ride or at least eats well off the profits. To the insurance company - in the words of Reg Reagan: I fed that , gave it me all, it's given me nothing, get stuffed! As a memorial, I have posted the photo of my last great ride and the reaction to the theft.