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So I was walking back from my favourite cheap Japanese place on Little Lonsdale the other day, via Brother Baba Budan, and I couldn’t help but notice there were more vintage road bikes out front that chairs hanging from the ceiling. Didn’t happen to snap a shot, but it was quite an intimidating a mound of steel, rubber and mini-Kryptonites. Of course, there’s a point to this story. Steel isn’t just real, it’s cool.
But I won’t let the recent spike in the Columbus/Reynolds/Tange-dex hold me back, my dream is still to sport a full steel setup on St Kilda and Beach Rds daily. But I’m starting to think vintage will be out of my reach.
Pacer it is.











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