No helmet, duh...and a new white cap perched atop a slezzy euro mullet, big gross shades, check. Clean white tape and a white saddle, Italian in brand, classic 80's shape, lots of class. Weight weenie saddles are for 50 yearolds who only ride to starbucks once a week. Over dressing, I can't stress this enough, it is 60 but you have booties (white prefered) and leg warmers but no gloves because you need to feel what the bike is doing....and lastly, hard to see but you must have crashed your Lambo at least once while coked up, coming home from the discotech.
Dedicated to those who wear analog watches, ride downtube shifters and can grow a mustache.
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