Originally Posted by
Panza
See! I havent understood what makes a bike proper! I feel like a boy who hasn't hit puberty to appreciate a pretty girl that everyone else sees.
A "Proper" bike is owned by the Rothschilds, ridden in the Hamptons on a sunny summer afternoon, where you can place your fixie unlocked, just outside the Almond Al Fresco Bistro. You can there have your server stand by your side, as he spreads Grey Poupon upon your Oscar Meyer Weiner!
