Chicago’s fastest, rudest bicyclists were called “scorchers.” They hunched over their handlebars as they raced in the streets.
They were “selfish, reckless, impudent transgressors of the law and trespassers upon the rights of others,” the Tribune harrumphed. The newspaper described scorchers as cyclists “who delight to whirl around corners without warning and sweep down upon the unwary on a crossing, with a laugh at the alarm they cause and only a very slight fear of the police.”
The old non plasticated, steel is real, hard core, cult MTB pioneers at Ibis made a mad reproduction of a Scorcher. Good luck finding one.
Of course, you’ll find heaps of plastic bikes with the word Ibis emblazoned on the frame.
It just ain’t the same.
Wes will still make you one.