Since 1993 I’ve been bombing through the toughest most remote trails in the Southern Appalachians on my trusted Fat Chance Yo Eddy. I’ve ridden through tunnels of mountain laurel and rhododendron and countless mountain streams, come across wedding-veil water falls, black bears, packs of feral...
'94 Yo Eddy
Hey, y'all. I am the original owner. It's the only mountain bike I own and will remain so as long as I can find parts for it.
You should see the look on the youngsters' faces when I ride past them on this.
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