I like the paint job but what's going on with the seatstays on this one: I love bicicletas. Que vivan!
Yep, even rode with him a few years back. But I just have no interest in doing this style of riding. 90% of the guys I see on fixies are younger guys of around 25 to 30 years old, that's why I said it must be an age thing.
Cool, wish I'd had that opportunity. I'm 39 and plan to ride my fixed gear bike til I die and my geared MTB, and my SS MTB and my geared road bike.
Stumbled across it last night whilst googling. Stoogling?:-k As far as those seat stays - those are wood...
This was my inspiration to build up my bike... maybe one day I'll be able to afford some Zipp wheels.
You just answered your own question. It's about street cred (not to be confused with real credibility) for self-image-centric kids. Take an old track bike, preferably some old authentic half-dead JIS frame (cause, you know track in Japan is the real deal), dress it up in as many unlikely colors as you can (to be ironic of course) (in spite of yourself), and then dress up like you're still pining for the glory days of the mid-80's, coke parties, hair bands, the bold promise of reagonomics & all (or maybe just the stuff that fits into a clothing commercial) even though you were born in 1992. Then talk like a big shot, like you go way back and you're a purist. Show off your latest vintage T shirt while looking tragic with your bike in the parking lot behind the bar. Do some trackstand "competitions" or better yet "trackskids" (when was skidding ever allowed on a velodrome?). Anything that doesn't require any actual riding. Revel in the social stature you've achieved in pretending to live like a bike messenger. You've matured so much since last summer, when you were still just another kid tiring of the skateboarding scene, looking for a new image. It's the rolling two-decade nostalgia that sells so well, to people whose real lives leave too much to be desired. Hindsight is 20/20. These days, every time I see one of these kids riding a bike made for a sterilized velodrome environment in crowded, dense-urban traffic, I consider the downstream effects. I also visualize the sum total over the decades, of my own near misses and hit & runs, while commuting, competing on the track, training in the countryside over the decades. I think, "Now there's a kid riding a moped into a demolition derby. He sure is pleased that his white aero rims match his saddle though." There are a few actual cyclists mixed in, whose lives don't revolve around popping pills & having ironic moustache growing contests in front of American Apparel. But they're outnumbered. Yea, not a huge fan of the posers. On the upside, it's less cars on the road.
