It’s feeling relatively springy on the market, although the springy cri-tabium bike I’ve been using might have one thing to do with that:
[Weird how the phone makes it look like the bike has Biopace wheels.]
It actually does really feel springy, I’m not mendacity, although I’d must seek the advice of with Jan Heine to find out if it’s truly “planing.” (Planing is the luminiferous aether of biking, Heine’s claims that he has confirmed its existence however.) By the way in which, talking of ti-crabium, Basic Cycle has one other specimen from Seven:
I all the time used to suppose to myself, “It certain looks as if there are some fucked-up Sevens rolling round on the market,” and it seems I wasn’t imagining issues:
The used market can be typically awash with Sevens sporting heliotropic cockpits that seem like they’re making an attempt to succeed in the solar, and that had been presumably ordered by individuals who had been both unwilling or unable to come back to phrases with the truth that they’d be much more comfy on a inventory Rivendell:
Some individuals suppose Rivendells are costly, however they’re a hell of lots cheaper than a customized denial bike and a whole Assos wardrobe–and classier as well.
Talking of spring, it’s Classics Season, and as soon as once more I completely missed Paris-Roubaix. It’s not that I don’t need to watch it; it’s simply that on a Sunday morning I can both watch individuals experience bikes, or I can go experience a motorbike myself, and given a alternative I’ll all the time go for the latter. Nonetheless, I did watch some highlights once I acquired again from my experience, a lot to the consternation of my TV’s voice search perform:
In the meantime, as my brother informs me, Ben Stiller presumably managed to catch the entire thing: