It's winter here in the north east, and I plan to ride in the morning. I just wobbled into the hallway trying to decide which bike to ride, all the while concentrating on not spilling my laphroaig. When I got my first mountain bike, in 1989, it was an excercise in compromise. I was working as a laborer on a new continent, and my budget was a reflection of that fact. The red Yokota Tomume with 200gs was the best I could afford.
If anyone back then had told me that 20+ years down the road I'd be picking between the Fat Chance and Bontrager in the hallway, or the Yeti in the basement I'd have figured they were sniffing glue... Yet here I am with just that dillema! Life could have turned out much worse!
If anyone back then had told me that 20+ years down the road I'd be picking between the Fat Chance and Bontrager in the hallway, or the Yeti in the basement I'd have figured they were sniffing glue... Yet here I am with just that dillema! Life could have turned out much worse!