It is amazing to me on how much some people ascertain by the way others look, and how important it is to them on how they also are regarded by others with their attire. I guess it is the perpetual problem of the inadequacy and inaccuracy of stereotype.
In the furniture world, there is so much that happens under the veneer that it is usually worth the effort of looking beyond...
> I was just downtown sitting outside eating a tub of
> chocolate mousse frozen yogurt from a little place
> next to Palo Alto Bicycles. Two snotty Baby Boomer
> Generation women donning Darth Vader-esque helmets
> (which when removed revealed Dorothy Hammill crops)
> pulled up on their bicycles. They had modern day
> (2006?) Merckx bicycles, wrap-around sun-glasses, the
> Campagnolo aero water bottles (the ones that look like
> telephones,) as well as all of the other poser bicycle
> gear. When they dismounted, they sounded like a
> couple of horses clomping about the sidewalk.
> Point is: There is a major difference between the
> vintage rider and the chartreuse green-clad, power bar
> eating people on plastic bikes--the vintage rider was
> "the real deal." I use to ride in my cut off jeans
> and my old raggedy T-shirt with the big iron-on of
> "JAWS" (the shark from the movie) on the back. I
> always kept it un-tucked so when I went down hills it
> filled up with air!
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gabriel l romeu
where all types of rides are welcome, Chesterfield, nj, USA
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