Same as yesterday morning: air up tires, play with brakes, ride around neighborhood, take photo. I may even, gasp, ride a bike today. And I’m talk’n ’bout full on kitted up gayness. Oh, embrace your inner PVP. Hey, 60 degrees is cold!
Surly. Steamroller. ‘Nuff said.
Fondriest. I call it The Italian Stallion. Also known as IROC (Italian Retard Out Cruising). Way over the top. Damn near approaching the concept of ugly. Chain is gold because Just dances all over that line like only an Italian bike can. Draped in Campy. I actually have some red bar tape sitting on my work bench. Someday soon, it’ll be even uglier.
Bottecchia I’m running as a fixie. Had gears once, but whatever. Fenders from Woody. Brake housing super duper long. Whatever. It came that way and I’m too lazy to trim ’em back. So there they are. For ever. All Campy
Brakes on each. Front and rear. Because I like stopping. I also like having hoods. Nice when you stand while climbing. Bottecchia more of a beer cruiser, so just a pump. White, of course. The Surly and Fondriest have actually been ridden on actual rides. And actual rides require two actual bottles. I’m just sayin’. You can’t be going very far when you can’t carry even one (1) bottle of water with you.by