Here I am on the 1984 Cannondale SM-500 that Ive been riding for 14 years.
If it was good enough to sustain me through several seasons on the
mean streets of DC, then it certainly works in
I look back at this period of my life and see the long fingered guitar player hands pressed together as if in prayer "God, help me get out of here alive."
Even then, I was keeping my eye on my six, anticipating the tailwinds upon whose currents I would sail away from the corruption and debauchery of life in the capital city of America.