Damocles Lust: Ok, I Admit It Was Me
About a month ago, Kenji posted a picture of his bike with hearts photoshopped all around it (I can’t find the entry, because he posts so freaking much, or I’d put it here). Anyway, along with the picture he noted: “Someone is lusting after my bike”
I admit it. It was me.
That bike is effing hott (tiny!!). And I had a hard time forgetting about it.
This week’s Everyday Cyclist column is out in the Oregonian, and it covers a favorite topic: bike love. In it, I give a nod to the Damocles’ hottness, but pay tribute to the love of my life: Nonna, the Wonder Pinarello. I also tell a few stories about Sal (poor Sal) that anyone who actually knows him will certainly believe.
If I could have, I probably would have made the headline something like “Bike Love: We are f—ing crazy”. Because we are. Especially me. And Sal.
But the Oregonian is a family newspaper and my editor there is a smart, smart lady, so we went with something else instead.
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