
In some areas of the world, the bicycle is considered sacred, a machine of beauty─crafted by hand, with love and care, paying close attention the small details─and the sum of its parts is eventually elevated into a true collector's piece. A machine, if treated well, will bring thousands of hours of enjoyment.
Located ouside of Brussels in the small town of Miese, is the Merckx factory (above). Local hero and colleague BS was traveling through Europe for business and had time to drop by Miese and visit the birthplace of his bike-of-choice. During his visit, BS toured the production floor and got a first-hand look at the care, love, and passion that makes up a Merckx frame.

While touring the factory, BS was able to meet the Cannibal himself. In this setting, Eddy goes beyond simply being the world's greatest cyclist. Eddy is a master designer, utilizing his professional cycling career and exhaustive experience to drive the design of his machines. Think about the countless hours Eddy spent training and racing: this dedication extends to the bikes themselves, and BS will be the first to tell you how wonderful Merckx bikes are. Come to think of it, I have never seen BS ride anything else.

It is this pedigree that carries over into the work of these craftspeople. It is not possible to program a welding robot, or mass produce plastic frames and capture the the same end result as that of a hand built frame built by passionate cyclists.
Photographs courtesy BS
For more info on Eddy Merckx frames, visit http://www.eddymerckx.be.
1 comment:
Omfg! Got linked to this page from DC. My first real euro bike was a yellow Merckx just like the lotto-joker team rode. Ahhhhhhh thanks for the great reminders of days long gone.
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