There is no thought of a Trek 520 anymore, like a schoolyard crush that was never meant to be, all thoughts of such a love vanish upon meeting that one whose aura overcomes you in a way that speaks of maturity and magic simultaneously. For me, this beloved Shogun 500 from the 80's, that was salvaged and revamped by Bikes Not Bombs in Jamaica Plain, is the only bike I could ever dream of. I am thoroughly in love with it and I hope we have a long and intertwined destiny.
No pictures yet, but they will come
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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