The Skuut is dead, long live the sprint frog. Seamus’s beloved Skuut bit the dust last week. Out for our usual morning constitutional, I heard the left front strut splinter just as Seamus came off the curb onto Porter Rd. There was nothing particularly violent about this last curb vault—it was just the cumulative stress of months of vigorous riding that finally revealed the true characteristics of a cheap Shanghai knockoff masquerading as a sturdy Scandinavian steed. No matter: within minutes I was googling away, looking for the least expensive replacement, which turned out to be the spring frog, as pictured. Luckily, the frog, and not the princess, came in at the lowest bid. He has in the past claimed to like green.
The new mount is quicker and higher-strung than the old, but Seamus tamed her in an afternoon.
And once again, the future is boundless.
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