The absolute nicest bicycle ride of my life took place one foggy Sunday morning, which lasted into the sunny afternoon. Was I riding one of my high end, exotic tubed wonder bikes? Nope, just this
old Legnano that I found at the Dump and spent exactly zero dollars on to prepare it for that wonderful ride that I would never have expected from a more entry level bicycle. The Legnano caused me to, dramatically, rethink my ideas pertaining to ride quality, when vintage bicycles are the focus of interest...
