Originally Posted by
whenaminotme?
When you're ready not to go ghetto get a pair of Knog Bullfrogs. These things are ridiculously easy to get on & off. No ugly-pain-in-the-arse-fiddly-bloody-plastic mounts messing up my frame during the day. Light as hell to chuck in the bag if you think you'll be out late. One on the head tube up front & on the seat post at rear. Whip 'em off when you park quicker than you can lock up.
When you're ready to use a real light, ditch the Bullfrogs.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.