Bryan saw something in my expression and invited me over.
“Check it out!”
Clamped in his final machining stand was a yet to be finished, and very raw 622 SLX. He popped it out and handed it over. Until this morning I had not seen a 622 in the flesh, let alone held one.I basked in its aura for a bit, maybe a little too long.
“Well?” he asked.
Still stunned by the frame’s lithe beauty, I had forgotten to pay a compliment to one of its craftsman and could only muster a fleeting thought. Had I not been in a trance, I would have told him just what I was thinking,
Everything is different than I expected. The lugs are miniscule and oh-so-shapely. The matte finish looks appropriately industrial, but in the right light, the filament-wound fibers twinkle.
My word! They twinkle!
Deceptively lightweight yet surprisingly beefy. Elegance and power rolled into one. Mamacita.
But in the heat of the moment, all I could say was, “it’s awesome.”
Sorry Bryan, I was awestruck.
-Karl B.