velonative hits the streets…

This is it. The start line, the gun, the flag drop, ladies and gentlemen start your engines, eat you pasta, down that short black, max out the psi on your silca, what ever gets you going. It’s all about the rant. Some you like, some you laugh at… Most of the time it’s about the bike – as it should be, and it’s interaction with life, with all likely hood of curvy tangents for aesthetic good measure.