I sat a sore and tired cyclist in the shade of a sign that shielded the afternoon sun. The sign listed the next few blips on the map, and my original target was still 100km afar. In hindsight it was an absurd to try and tick off 300+ with an anchor on my back.
This 1974 De Rosa road bike is just another example of the life you can breathe into an old frame with some T.L.C. (time, labour, coin - or is that Campagnolo?)
