May 1981. It's the end of the 50 mile road race and, glory be, I'm sprinting with the leaders.
I pass a friend of mine, a strong rider. He seems distracted -- his bright green Benotto tape is unraveling from one side of his bars and stringing along behind him.
He must have followed the installation instructions on the package -- something about melting the stuff to make it stick. So it must have been early in the history of cello tape.
I never found any Benotto color that complimented my Frosty Blue Paramount as well as white cloth. Not that I didn't try and try and try.
Mike Hagburg
10 degrees in Bismarck, ND