rhodeskc

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Your dad rode vintage road bikes before you did and he’s got the saddle-smashed balls to prove it. He was a cadence-king of the century club who crank-kicked the shit out of his competition. His two-wheeled chariot was Campy fresh and lugged-steel sturdy. He deserves a yellow jersey for being a life-leader of the swag peloton.

So hipsters, when you’re saddle deep in 70’s street style that you’ve ruined by converting it into a fixie with obnoxiously neon velocity wheels, remember this…

That bike was the only thing your dad rode harder than the Tour de Your Mom.