On Sunday afternoon, I got a call from a good friend that lives up in North Carolina and he was upset. His beloved Heckler died on him that day. He's had the bike for many years - used and abused throughout Florida, the Carolinas, a trip to Snowshoe, 2 trips to Mammoth, etc - and it died when he did a wheelie over a small log on a local trail.
Enough of the sappy stuff...here are a couple of carnage shots:
He's in the process of seeing what Santa Cruz can do for him as far as a replacement as they switched over to a new Heckler about a year ago.