This brandless italian columbus tubing frame that took me from Montreal to Newfoundland on the longest spur-of them moment bike trip ever. It also survived about 5 salty slushy Montreal/Madison winters, and won countless polo matches. It finally gave up in March 2005. I was riding it in a polo game and suddenly felt extra suspension. First i thought that i had blown a half dozen spokes, and the wheel was bending under my weight, but i was determined to finish the game so i didn't bother to look.