i'll show a special place that after being special, i visited it 3 times! we'll be piloting this to the quick back and forth (+2 hours and ~ 30 kilometers of ~ 600 meters of climb and top speed of 59 km/h). it's a Trek 420 or 470 from 1997. fork isn't original and makes it quite twitch! total control for the technical Tour
i still have to dig photos but all my bicycles were: a no-brand steel one for kids, then mom's Bianchi MTB which i don't know the model but i guess it was from the 90s. then a GTA MTB (alternative copies of GT bicycles). this one was modern. guess the model was from past 2013. a Monark from the 80s, my first road and the brand is Brazilian. it was stolen on a naive day of going into a club and trusting the security which said it was okay to lock it at the sign pole. i loved that thing. then a Mongoose MTB from the 90s. the bicycle i ride the most. dozens of thousands of kilometers and the most impressive thing was a drop of around 17 centimeters between my saddle and the handlebar. only an early 20 year old could archive such a dumb feat. i was trying to be tough. i bought after losing the Monark. dad and i went into this house. a woman and a men started talking to us and after some minutes the women invited me to take a closer look at the bicycle inside the garage and we started to small chat and i noticed she was kinda flirting. i think she was one of the most beautiful women i ever saw in my life. it felt so uncomfortable. i was inside like: i won't get into a ménage à trois with your husband. i was a bit dry and refused her invitation of cycling with her group that reunited Saturday. a year later i commented that to my dad and he looked at me saying: idiot! she was the daughter of that guy. 1° thing i made was to get her contact and send a picture on how the bicycle was looking (had some mudguards, a trek handlebar and a new seat). she was the one dry this time. hope you are fine. and then i sold it after my body started to hurt because of the aggressive drop. to finally go through 2 Calois, which is also a Brazilian brand. both old road bicycles one from the 90s, one from the 80s. one i had a fall which bent it and i couldn't get it straight anymore (i read Sheldon Brown's website at least twice). one of them i tried to solder (not me actually) a v-brake terminal as these frames used a slightly bigger than 29/700c inch wheels. the brake joint got broken in a ride. and finally this Trek. i feel fortunate for not liking cycling anymore, somehow. i used to love bicycles so much. the ~ 45000 kilometers i rode on my leisure and courier days were a joy. no thing like feeling tired, yet being able to move past 15 km/h with your own legs without much effort. i operated the most efficient (calories burned per kilometer) transportation method of all time. nowadays i downplay my desire to cycle by the security standpoint. some drivers are pretty dangerous and it takes a byte to kill or disable a cyclist. as well for being a thing that needs constant attention. using the public transportation and walking opens much more doors for being social, enjoying the surroundings, wondering in your own thoughts and even listening to a podcast. i used to arrive from work and sit in a comfortable chair to smoke a cigarette while i stared at my bicycle and felt the luckiest man alive. my happiness happened on 2 sets of rubber and a metal frame
the photo that has a staircase (are you a robot) is where (i used to wait for deliveries) i read an extensive human anatomy book that had a chapter on neurotransmitters. when the author wrote "and that worths for the entire animalia kingdom" i had a instantaneous vertigo. i turned vegan and the world felt hostile. on that staircase i also played my first note in Csound via Csound Android. it felt revolutionary to program your instruments and have the infinite fine tuning of all p-fields in such a concise manner by the .csd! i feel nauseated for exposing myself that much on my last posts. the flirt was done. you can send me an e-mail any time babe-lacto-fermented-wasabi-Asian-sweetness
i still have to dig photos but all my bicycles were: a no-brand steel one for kids, then mom's Bianchi MTB which i don't know the model but i guess it was from the 90s. then a GTA MTB (alternative copies of GT bicycles). this one was modern. guess the model was from past 2013. a Monark from the 80s, my first road and the brand is Brazilian. it was stolen on a naive day of going into a club and trusting the security which said it was okay to lock it at the sign pole. i loved that thing. then a Mongoose MTB from the 90s. the bicycle i ride the most. dozens of thousands of kilometers and the most impressive thing was a drop of around 17 centimeters between my saddle and the handlebar. only an early 20 year old could archive such a dumb feat. i was trying to be tough. i bought after losing the Monark. dad and i went into this house. a woman and a men started talking to us and after some minutes the women invited me to take a closer look at the bicycle inside the garage and we started to small chat and i noticed she was kinda flirting. i think she was one of the most beautiful women i ever saw in my life. it felt so uncomfortable. i was inside like: i won't get into a ménage à trois with your husband. i was a bit dry and refused her invitation of cycling with her group that reunited Saturday. a year later i commented that to my dad and he looked at me saying: idiot! she was the daughter of that guy. 1° thing i made was to get her contact and send a picture on how the bicycle was looking (had some mudguards, a trek handlebar and a new seat). she was the one dry this time. hope you are fine. and then i sold it after my body started to hurt because of the aggressive drop. to finally go through 2 Calois, which is also a Brazilian brand. both old road bicycles one from the 90s, one from the 80s. one i had a fall which bent it and i couldn't get it straight anymore (i read Sheldon Brown's website at least twice). one of them i tried to solder (not me actually) a v-brake terminal as these frames used a slightly bigger than 29/700c inch wheels. the brake joint got broken in a ride. and finally this Trek. i feel fortunate for not liking cycling anymore, somehow. i used to love bicycles so much. the ~ 45000 kilometers i rode on my leisure and courier days were a joy. no thing like feeling tired, yet being able to move past 15 km/h with your own legs without much effort. i operated the most efficient (calories burned per kilometer) transportation method of all time. nowadays i downplay my desire to cycle by the security standpoint. some drivers are pretty dangerous and it takes a byte to kill or disable a cyclist. as well for being a thing that needs constant attention. using the public transportation and walking opens much more doors for being social, enjoying the surroundings, wondering in your own thoughts and even listening to a podcast. i used to arrive from work and sit in a comfortable chair to smoke a cigarette while i stared at my bicycle and felt the luckiest man alive. my happiness happened on 2 sets of rubber and a metal frame
the photo that has a staircase (are you a robot) is where (i used to wait for deliveries) i read an extensive human anatomy book that had a chapter on neurotransmitters. when the author wrote "and that worths for the entire animalia kingdom" i had a instantaneous vertigo. i turned vegan and the world felt hostile. on that staircase i also played my first note in Csound via Csound Android. it felt revolutionary to program your instruments and have the infinite fine tuning of all p-fields in such a concise manner by the .csd! i feel nauseated for exposing myself that much on my last posts. the flirt was done. you can send me an e-mail any time babe-lacto-fermented-wasabi-Asian-sweetness