Originally Posted by
surgeonstone
Sometimes I am riding through a deeply forested area in the evening. It is very shaded, in the evening the sun slants through in golden beams dappling the green and brown. As I get out of the saddle and race up this one hill I imagine at times that it is not me but Daniel Day Lewis in Last of the Mohicans, and it is not a handle bar I hold but a Kentucky musket. Behind me Uncas and Chingachtook, in front of me I am racing to capture Alice and destroy Magui.
Dude, that is awesome. I loved that movie back in high school.
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Bikes: 1996 Eddy Merckx Titanium EX, 1989/90 Colnago Super(issimo?) Piu(?), 1990 Concorde Aquila(hit by car while riding), others in build queue "when I get the time"