Your fork is much better than the one on the M4 and it was the only thing that I would have like to have been better for a starter bike (no dampening). I think I paid $231 shipped for the one I bought.

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Toe clips are old school .

Zefal hp frame pump.
Exposed brake cables.
Housing clips.
A tire strapped to your saddle.
A tire wrapped around your torso.
Another tire wrapped around your torso.
Goggles.
Drinking beer and smoking while riding down a dirt road while wearing goggles, while wrapped in tires.
Wool.
Welding your fork back together in the village you descended into, only to be disqualified because the blacksmiths son operated the bellows.

Remembering where the apostrophe goes in "blacksmiths".

A North Chicago neighborhood bar with the once-ubiquitous Old Style beer sign.

You walk inside and are hit with the stink of sour old beer and ashtrays. The locals give you a lingering sideways once-over that reveals nothing. They slowly turn back to watching the Cubbies on the tube.

A few guys huddle over some scraps of paper in a corner booth on the far side of the bar, the booth closest to the back exit. One of the guys has a meaty hand on the side of his head, occasionally making a vague gesture with a finger alongside his forehead, his lips moving but you can't hear him talking. Another guy with thick glasses sits across the table, nodding almost imperceptibly and jotting figures in a notebook. A third guy with arms folded across his barrel chest sees you looking over their direction and gives you a shark-eyed steady stare until you feel uncomfortable and look away.

You order an Old Style, hoping it's what the locals actually drink, and fork over a $5 bill. The bartender slides over the two quarters change, which you drop into a jar stuffed with dollar bills, hoping it doesn't make any noise. It clatters to the bottom. A couple of guys at the bar chuckle. One mutters "Big spender" around the gnawed soggy stump of an Optimo cigar.

That's old school.

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He's talking about the really early front derailleurs that had no cables, just a long lever extending up along the seat tube. You reached down and performed the shift with that lever (like you would now reach9ing for your second. seat tube mounted, waterbottle).

Ben

Worshipping fire as though it were a god.
Using the bones of vanquished enemies as weapons.
Leech therapy.
Trepanation.

Yeah that's old school right there.

Riding animals into battle.
"Chin music".
Having to drop you because you look like Lance.

I wonder if he cut it off using barber shears.. er, I mean, shear.

My dad used that method, even with onlookers. He was definitely Old School.

Old school is when your town has no stoplight and police take 45 minutes to come out for a 911 call because you have no police force. Where you can go on a 40 mile ride without ever coming to a stop.

Where you can buy a 120 year old 5 bedroom house with two fireplaces for $200K. :D

Old school I suppose:

I first rode in the late '50s. My first bike was an inherited blue girls gas-pipe single-speed with a coaster brake that I rode around the neighborhood when I was in grade 1.

Second was a three speed later upgraded with a banana seat and monkey bars.

Third was a department store 10 speed with downtube shifters.

The first helmet was called a "Skid Lid" in 1985. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Finding a brown 10 speed in an orange grove, bringing it home, hiding it until early the next morning before school, when it could be ridden around the cul-de-sac.
The first time on a road bike.
The first time on a multi-geared bike.
The first time spinning out while going slow, and laughing.
The first time in the big ring, dropping it with a THUNK onto the small cog.
Returning the bike to the grove the next day, unable to hide the joy it brought.

"It could be stolen! Take it back!"

The 1985 Schwinn Road bike catalog...

If you say "old school" then you're old school. Of you say "old skool" then you're not.

Ah... cool!

They're more into microscope stands, and other assorted goodies, but I bet a whip could be put together in a jiffy.

Even though you are supremely beating a dead horse, it's still funny as hell. :lol:

Good thing I didn't say anything about old school doubling on the handlebars.. er, bar then.

How about "still riding equipment that went out of production more than a decade ago?" Or would the be a "retrogrouch?" :)

I'll put up this video for consideration of bike, helmet and ferry

Depends.

If you're riding older stuff because it's still working fine and you don't see a need to replace it, that's old school.

OTOH - if your preference for older stuff causes you to disparage new stuff, that's being a retrogrouch.

Old school means the bike shop doesn't have the the tool to fix it or, if they do have it, they haven't a clue what it's used for.

How about an old school?

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I love steel and hate carbon. Am I old school? Or am I a Fred? Both?