The What I've Got review: Bianchi Timber Wolf

A lot of people review a lot of things.

Some get paid to do it. Some don't.
If you're popular enough, a la 'An Influencer', you'll often get sent things by big brands to review as a means of you scratch our back, we'll lightly rub yours.
It comes across in a kinda 'Look, they want me to try out their stuff so my own personal brand must have serious credibility.' 
I, however, am in neither category. But that doesn't mean I can't swan my objective eye over all parts cycling and offer up an evaluation of sorts.

So until the Big Dogs come knocking on my door, I’ll simply review What I’ve Got.

BIANCHI – TIMBER WOLF
(Direct from the garage. Not Bianchi’s, my dad’s)

SIGNIFICANT FEATURES:

The first thing you notice about the Timber Wolf is the name. Initially menacing, a hunter that's working within an elite pack to chase down it's prey. Cross this beast and the risk is your’s alone.

Then you re-read it and realise that the words Timber and Wolf are separated.
Is this a Wolf made from timber? Surely then it would be better suited in Geppetto’s workshop than on road? Or possibly, alongside howling at the full moon is an online course in Aboriculture? 
Either way the early intimidation passes by like asphalt under the wheel.

Rediscovering true grunt, however, is never far away. At every turn you’re met with this bike’s robust nature. The rusted  brake cable and locking nut ensures less braking capacity and therefore, a faster ride. Sik!

A flat tyre spits pain through one’s legs on every revolution, cutting the weak from the herd and leaving them to the salivating Grupetto's jaws. 
 

A reference number scratched into the fork like a claw through flesh, but this Wolf is too tough to bleed. 
This bike has been there, done that and gone round again for shits and giggles. Keep up.

AESTHETICS:

The proud badge on the head tube jubilantly sings the Italian National Anthem for the duration of any ride. It’s so proud that it’ll even order the espresso for you at your coffee stop to ensure nothing milky defiles your image. 

 

A wonky rear reflector exacerbates the sweet race line design and shows you only pay lip service to safety, cause you're tough, real tough.

Check out this name sticker, it's pretty boss and taken straight from my school shirt.
All inked up, this ride'll never go MIA. And don't forget, those Italian Boys are a cheeky bunch, with this branding, whoever lays eyes knows she’s spoken for. 

 

RIDE QUALITY:

Horrible...of course. Let's not kid ourselves.

IN SUMMARY

PROS:

• This bike’s got a lot of history behind it and that certainly counts for something. Many have tried and failed to tame the beast. It was born to be wild and by all accounts that’s how she’ll stay. With this free spirit comes a unique sense of character.

CONS:

• It’s worn and torn to dramatic effect. Heavy, clunky and demanding you meet it well past half way. It’s gonna make you hurt. 
• If you do risk taking her up a hill you better have said your 10 Hail Mary's first.

So, Biachi Timber Wolf, that’s what I’ve got.

NB: All photography was done by myself. I did it free of charge, as the quality suggests.