When bikes looked and handled like race bikes, not mountain bikes. No squeaking disc brake crap, no gay looking skin suits and skinny looking gay men with helmets the size of bowling balls on their heads. Of course the general public wanted it and you got it. Cycling today is a complete joke just like everything else.
That's 1991 JT
When bikes looked and handled like race bikes, not mountain bikes. No squeaking disc brake crap, no gay looking skin suits and skinny looking gay men with helmets the size of bowling balls on their heads. Of course the general public wanted it and you got it. Cycling today is a complete joke just like everything else.