If there's a bright center of the universe where carbon race bicycles or fancy mountain bikes are born, Surly emerged screaming from the dark planet that it's farthest from.
Surly is proud to be the indignant trouble-making kid on the street, wearing a leather jacket, skipping class and smoking cigarettes.
Surly bikes aren't meant to be pampered and polished, only taken out of the garage when you're ready to don the spandex, road shoes and euro-sunglasses on race day.
They are meant to be ridden everyday, through mud, snow, grime and blood.
They are meant to stand the test of time and outlive you.
Surly believes that steel is real, beer is good, and that you don't love your bike unless you beat it up and get it dirty.