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Ah, Bianchi- you've only been gone a few hours and I already miss you. For all of your 2.5 lbs, you're stronger than I am.
The frame is 2.5 lbs. That is seriously light, even though the frame is from awhile back. The fork is threadless carbon fiber. The cages are cages. The seatpost is strong lightweight aluminum, and the seat is light also. But the seat is somewhat shot.
Please note! Although this bike is a 55 cm, Bianchi's sizing is a little funny(or it was for this model). I am 5'11", and it is slightly too small for me. If you're over 5'9", this bike probably isn't for you- it's probably best for 5'6" to 5'9".No kickstand, don't even ask.
The frame is in excellent condition- with one exception! The derailleur hanger might need to be replaced.
Here's a pic with the wheels:
The low-down on the wheels:
1 front wheel, Mavic open pro, built by Excel sports boulder, 32 spoke, Dura-Ace quick release skewer, some worn tire and still has inner tube(that's probably been patched a few times.) This is a great training wheel, and can stand up to NYC's potholes. It's in great shape.
Three rear wheels:
One sew-up tire/tube with a 7 speed cassette(this is true shit- I can't believe anyone would have any use for it, but you can take it if you like.)
One velomax ascent rear wheel. This wheel was good until I crashed the fuck out of it, and proceeded to lay my skin all over the road at the same time. It does have a dura-ace quick release, and straight pull spokes with hub(I suspect the hub is still good! but I'll leave that up to the buyer).
One american classic velocity rear wheel with 9 speed cassette(ultegra or DA, unsure)(cassette's a bit rusted- this might be solvable, but again- will leave to the buyer. I would assume this wheel is totally fucked, as I crashed the shit out of it as well(I got run over by some fucknut in central park after the park was closed to cars. Don't worry, I wasn't on this Bianchi frame. He honked at me, cursed at me, then finally ran me over. I survived(obviously) and restrained myself from beating him to death(quite challenging!) when he stopped to see if he'd killed me. After that, I became very angry at cars, and subsequently EARNED the moniker 'Road Rage Mike,' as my teammates called me.
I have a bunch of jerseys too- see below:
http://sellingnyc.blogspot.com/2011/01/jerseys-galore.html
