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Back in my hometown of Jonesboro., Arkansas, United States
My name is Dimitri Harris and I have been building frames for over 9 years now. I learned the basics after spending two weeks with Koichi Yamaguchi. He is one of the most interesting people I have ever met and I am thankful to have worked with him. Since then I have just been building one frame after another and learning as much as possible along the way. I build steel fillet-brazed frames that go by the name of MEECH, which is an old nickname that I have had since I was a kid. I build mostly cyclocross frames because I love their versatility however I also do road,single-speed, and mountain bikes as well. Custom frames start around $1400. All the frames are handmade by me here in Jonesboro, Arkansas. I am insured and guarantee all of my work so if you are in the market for a custom steel frame I would be glad to build it for you. I am also building frames from carbon fiber so if you would like to ride a prototype frame give me a shout. Thanks for stopping by. You can email me at meech151@hotmail.com or call (870)897-6703 or visit www.meechcustombicycles.com Thanks.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Chompin at the Bits

Every since I started building frames about 3 years ago I have spent less time putting in miles and more honing my skills as a frame builder.  I haven't raced a bike in probably 2 years and for the most part I thought I was done with it.  But the other night I went to a little motocross race here locally in Mountain Home and every since then that old racing itch has been driving me crazy.  To be truthful, racing a bicycle wasn't what I wanted.  I wanted to get on something really fast, something with a throttle, something that you can only get the feeling from like a 250cc 2-stroke engine, 0-60 in the blink of an eye.  My body can't handle motocross anymore.  My back isn't as strong as it used to be, my hips are uneven, and my right knee is like an old screen door hanging on one hinge in a cold November rain.  Oh no, did I just make a reference to a lame GNR ballad, I do need some action. Visions of shifter karts entered my head through the help of my buddy Yancey.  Yeah man, shifter karts.  Screaming at 70+ mph sitting 4 inches off the ground, pulling Gs through the corners sounded just like what I needed but problem is I don't have one, not yet anyway, and there are no tracks close by if I did. Not sure how the neighbors would feel about me screaming around the local in a go-kart on steroids. So anyway this itch is still there and the only thing I have to race is a bicycle that I threw together this past week, thats a little on the small side, and an upcoming 'cross race in Mempho. I have mentioned that I am a miserable cross racer on several occassions. Jumping off a bicycle and climbing trees with it on my back isn't enjoyable to me in the least and the only time I like sand is when I am laying on it in Ft. Walton Beach, but its a race and I am pysched, ready for the Pain Party.  I have been training for almost a week now.  Every since I finished off that basket of Halloween candy I have been eating sorta healthy and punishing myself on the bicycle with whatever i can handle under 140 bpm.  I have been doing at least 20 push-ups in less than 48 hours for more than 6 days now.  Yep, I have been training Rocky-style, punching chickens and chasing big slabs of meat around, and mind you me I have caught a couple of them. I may not be pulling any Gs on this bicycle but come Sunday in Mempho baby, if there are any chickens in my race they are gonna be going home with some bruised ribs.

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