Originally Posted by
eschlwc
oh, man this is fun. what a great day. why did i wait so long to get on my bike? woah, this road sucks. crap, the bus in front has stopped. i'm taking the sidewalk. haha, that was an easy detour. crap, a red light. hey, no traffic. i'll just make a right on red then pull a u'ey. haha. "stay ... that's what i meant to say..." damn, can't get that bowie song outta my head. great, another red light. guess i'll stop. man, these campy brake levers rock. hey, check her out. "hi." oh, fine, look away. yeah, yeah, i know i'm twice your age. at least the light turned quickly. damn, this toe clip. get in foot! foot, get in! ok, back on track. wish my team's game were televised tonight. meh, it would only disappoint. let's shift 'er into high. yes! man, my bike is silent. this has to be the quietest bike ever. is it me or the bike? probably my mad wrenching skills. "la la la..." woah, what's with all the glass on the road? thieves, probably. oh, great -- slow mo cyclists ahead. enough! in the drops and hammer down. whoosh. see ya!
Get out of my head!
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A race bike in any era is a highly personal choice that at its "best" balances the requirements of fit, weight, handling, durability and cost tempered by the willingness to toss it and oneself down the pavement at considerable speed. ~Bandera