i don't know, but i've been told
all the best bikes are really old

Very well spoked *lol*

Johnnybee.

There once was a lass from Manhattan
Whose carbon bike just wasn't happenin'
She switched up to steel
And it gained her the feel
Of the road that she rides happily laughin' on.

Lame, i know....I'm workin' on it.

There was one about a lad from Nantucket...oh, sorry...

No rhymes for that tire
Oh tubulars I adore
Pinch flats are no more

Mongo like bikes!

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This Is Just To Say

I have mounted
the hoods
that were in
your parts stash

and which
you were probably
saving
for your build.

Forgive me
they were NOS
so supple
and so clean.

If ever there was a time when our racks are against the wall, it's now.
We must fight them on the streets, in the shops, in the alleys and on the roads.
The only thing we have to fear, is fiber itself.
Our job is not to sacrifice our steel for our cause; it's to keep interest high and prices down.
When the going gets tough, the steel bikes roll.
I love the smell of WD40 in the morning. Smells like....C&V.
We have not yet begun to rust....much.

Nice, Robbie. Real nice.

Fork's bent.

Nicely done.

**** all that. I mean, I'm very sorry the TDF convinces them to ride carbon. That's ****ed up but that ain't my fault. I mean, if you show me a piece of paper that says the TDF shouldn't do that I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bull**** you're giving me, I've got two words for that: learn to ****ing ride. 'Cause if you're expecting me to give up my steel you're in for a big ****ing surprise.

I give the steel steed his power.

I clothe him with the best groupo, saddle, and bar tape.

I make him move with speed and agility like a bolt of lighting

The steel steed is majestic and its paint job is awesome

He bolts past others downhill with his smooth freshly packed bearings and rejoices in his speed

He goes on Centuries looking for lusting glances from aluminum riders

The steel steed paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength,
and charges onto the pavement.
He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing;
he does not shy away from the white line or the gravel.
The 53/39 crankset spins against his side,
along with the flashing chain and cassette.
In shock absorbing excitement he eats up the pitted pavement;
he cannot stand still until the light turns green.
At the blast of a car horn he snorts, ‘It’s my road!’
He lives for climbs, drafts, and rides that go afar,
And thunders steady in the wake of trucks.

A C&V guy from Nantucket
Acquired a steel bike in a bucket
He said with a grin
I'll just build it again
But if it was CF I'd just chuck it.

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I haven't ridden half of you steel frames half as much as I should like
And I like less than half of you CF frames half as much as you deserve.

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Carbon fiber? We don't need no stinkin' carbon fiber.

Love the Bilbo Baggins' quote - sweet!

Short, but sweet...

Ask not what your bicycle can do for you, ask what YOU can do for your bicycle.

http://www.coachchoo.com/smr/

RobbieTunes is on there somewhere....

What movie is that from?

I knew it. I just turned my son on to Reservoir Dogs, and I think he watched it 3 times in a row.

dead racoon reaching
for the sky as I fly by
early summer cornfields

You can't handle taking the lane! Son, we live in a world that has roads, and those roads have to be ridden by men with steel. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weight Weeny? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for the lugged frame riders and you curse the filet brazed frames. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Hipster's death, while tragic, probably saved frames. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves frames! You don't want to take the lane, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that road! You need me on that road! We use words like "classic", "vintage", "oxalic acid". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent driving steel. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who sprints and rests under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "Thank you," and rode on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a thirty year old frame, and start wrenching. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

priceless