A belt made from the tread of a Surly Knard which rolled over 7,500 kilometers of African dirt…
Nostalgia is a funny thing. Sometimes it makes us hoard away concert ticket stubs or hold on to old t-shirts as if they were prized trophies. I am not a packrat, but I am admittedly sentimental. I often save stupid little mementos that represent banner experiences of times past (then I eventually I purge and throw it away). Over the weekend I swapped out the tires on my ECR and retired the Knards that carried me through Africa. They actually still had a bit of life left in them, but the lure of foreign soil calls for a fresh pair of boots. I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of both of those tires, after all, there is a long story etched in that rubber. So I decided to enjoy a beer and give one of them a second life.
I coerced a sexy model to flaunt the final product.
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