A bike fag stuck somewhere between the Rocky Mountains and the city. Somewhere between lycra and cutoffs. Somewhere between Deep V and Sustainabilibro
The road biking in Fort Collins is awe-inspiring, but the “Earth Mothers” in Chacos are less so. Brooklyn’s music scene rules, but riding circles in Prospect Park with overweight lawyers on BMC Time Trial machines gets old. So what do you do if you want the culture of the city and the outdoorsmen’s lifestyle of the mountains?
Write a blog, I guess..
(Edit: move to Portland. Stop blogging)
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