At the Vassago Bicycle Company, it's been "Nothing But Big Wheels Since 2005" ...
Vassago went through its share of trials and tribulations, but they've returned, “under completely new ownership and management, and badder than ever! Saved from the brink of extinction (or worse… becoming a mail order house brand) by a group of passionate riders, racers and builders Vassago is poised for a comeback of epic proportions in 2013!”
The company specializes in American-made 29er frames, with models that include the classic steel JabberWocky, redesigned Bandersnatch, titanium OptimusTi, and the brand-new no-compromise VerHauen, along with the upcoming Fisticuff and Black Label models. Vassago also produce the double-butted Cro-Moly Vassago Odis Fork, with double-butted straight fork legs and ISO standard disc brake mounts.
Since this is Tuesday, we're digging deep for the trivia ... so how about one on the Jabberwocky?
Q: What famous science-fiction short story is named after a line in the Jabberwocky?
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A: Mimsy Were the Borogoves was penned by Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore, under the pseudonym Lewis Padgett, and first published seventy years ago in Astounding Science Fiction Magazine (2/43).
Jabberwocky
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis Carroll