tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post835767779287389206..comments2024-03-27T19:12:49.609-07:00Comments on Midlife Cycling: Where There Are No Riders But MeJustine Valinottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-45767747949920215802010-08-23T15:14:13.085-07:002010-08-23T15:14:13.085-07:00my best friend is Mexican. he use to ride a bike w...my best friend is Mexican. he use to ride a bike when he first came here. after he got his first car, he vowed never to ride a bike again(until he met me of course)! in these parts, the only reason(s) you'd be riding a bike on a regular basis is 1)it's the weekend, 2)you have a DUI, 3)you are an immigrant and don't have a license/car, 4)you're homeless, or 5) you are in Lycra preparing for a race.bicyclemamyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16578747327366367610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-53773590190394846532010-08-20T00:20:13.127-07:002010-08-20T00:20:13.127-07:00It's funny to read your comments about Indian ...It's funny to read your comments about Indian bicycles. At the moment they are romanticised by some (to the point that people are bringing them back from trips to India and a couple of companies are importing them) and described as "exact replicas of the English roadsters". Having seen a few myself, I disagree. They may be modeled upon the English roadsters, but lack the precision or quality of build.Velouriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00359329171411037482noreply@blogger.com