This one’s a little love letter to the old-school Kona Stinky Delux. That chunky, unapologetic freeride bike that felt indestructible. There’s something about those loose, rooty trails and that heavy, deep-travel frame that just works. It’s gritty and fast and a bit reckless in the best way.
Queenstown has always had that wild edge to it, big terrain, big lines, big energy. This piece is about that feeling. The hum in your chest before you tip in. The freedom of pointing it downhill and not overthinking it.
A small nod to the era of burly bikes and dusty descents. and to anyone who still misses it.
Printed in Wānka by the artist on 310gsm fine art paper
