Imagine riding a regular bike with your feet crossed over the handlebars and your fingers entwined behind your head. That’s what riding this is like.
Goodbye Streetmachine. I really wanted to love you. I pictured myself gliding along on you like a bird in the wind. I could hear the comments as I passed people: “Wow, what a cool bike!” “What is that?” I imagined effortlessly keeping up with the other two-wheel riders on their diamond frames.
But it wasn’t meant to be, I guess. Continue Reading…