My Pompino.
I certainly didn’t hate it, that’s way too strong a word, but it just didn’t come together for me, despite lots of different bar/stem/saddle/fork swaps, it just didn’t ever work. I prefer a bike to have at least some stiffness too, rather than none.
I’m not at all sure about my Onza T-Rex (trials bike), but then, I don’t think it’s very sure about me either. It always feels like a kinda stupid cartoon-wrestling match whenever we go out together, and usually involves swearing, and injuries.
As an appropriate measure of our relationship, I have had more bee stings whilst riding/wrestling that bicycle than at any other time in my life. That’s not some unusual/odd colloquialism ‘either, it really is as simple as just being stung by bees. 😯