dear nitto b-123aa's, how i miss you since you were snatched from my ride, i loved how you felt; better than your steel cousins, a little less harsh, and oh the ease with which i steered, the steel 125's that are currently in your place feel leaden and harsh, and the curves... just don't do it for me.

but soon i will have you back, and in the oh-so-svelte 35cm size, for i have narrow shoulders, and my love for the narrowness knows no bounds.

(cinelli, you shall have your place too, but upon the masi where you belong. my peleton will stand in its full japanese glory, and all anyone shall see of it is the terrible sight of it coming up behind them, sucking their strength like a lamprey and, once sated, blasting past on the inside like a mink with a hot date).