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First, an apology. I'll get to the point eventually, but what follows is the reason i, and I'm sure a lot of others are here on Retrobike. Scroll down, if you want to avoid my nostalgic ramblings.
And so the story begins.
At some point in the early 90s, when I was still a lad with hopes, dreams and a distinct lack of money, I went to see one of my school friends who had just got a new bike. I got to his house (on my already tired Raleigh Lizard) to be greeted by the sight of his stunning new Muddy Fox Courier Mega. I'd never seen such a thing, and was blown away. The littlewoods catalogue never had this calibre of machine in it. We went for a ride, and on that enlightening day, I discovered mountain biking.
A few weekends later, he showed me the way to our local shop, GA cycles, and I was hooked. I left the shop with a catalogue under my arm, and dreams in my head. Said catalogue was that of the 1993 kona range.
This was now midsummer, and knowing my birthday was in October, I started planting the seed with my parents. I knew money was always tight, but I was riding 4-5 times a week, and my BSO was failing regularly. I needed a better bike. I knew that dreaming was tantamount to failing, but I also knew the bike for me was the 1993 fire mountain... Capable and achievable. I lusted over other superbikes, some of which I'm now lucky enough to own, and models higher up the Kona range; the 1993 Kilauea had just been voted bike of the year by Mountain Bike Magazine, but that fire mountain had mesmerised me.
My birthday drew closer, and my hopes grew...
And so the story begins.
At some point in the early 90s, when I was still a lad with hopes, dreams and a distinct lack of money, I went to see one of my school friends who had just got a new bike. I got to his house (on my already tired Raleigh Lizard) to be greeted by the sight of his stunning new Muddy Fox Courier Mega. I'd never seen such a thing, and was blown away. The littlewoods catalogue never had this calibre of machine in it. We went for a ride, and on that enlightening day, I discovered mountain biking.
A few weekends later, he showed me the way to our local shop, GA cycles, and I was hooked. I left the shop with a catalogue under my arm, and dreams in my head. Said catalogue was that of the 1993 kona range.
This was now midsummer, and knowing my birthday was in October, I started planting the seed with my parents. I knew money was always tight, but I was riding 4-5 times a week, and my BSO was failing regularly. I needed a better bike. I knew that dreaming was tantamount to failing, but I also knew the bike for me was the 1993 fire mountain... Capable and achievable. I lusted over other superbikes, some of which I'm now lucky enough to own, and models higher up the Kona range; the 1993 Kilauea had just been voted bike of the year by Mountain Bike Magazine, but that fire mountain had mesmerised me.
My birthday drew closer, and my hopes grew...