Friday, September 14, 2007


My mind is a buzz with thoughts of mountain bike racing and riding. It's got me thinking about how I came to be on the bike.

1989. Nishiki Colorado. Heavy, no shock, thumb shifters. Still hanging somewhere in my parents garage. Riding Palos for the first time when nothing was really organized out there and everything was open to bikes.

1 comment:

Matt said...

....and you don't ride that classic for a grocery getter/bar bike? I think it's time for a restoration project on the Nishiki...