18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
THROWBACK THURSDAY: CANNONDALE TEAM CREST
I saw it in a Tucson bike shop during my junior year of college and was smitten.
Something about the clean, white background with pops of color.
The wit of Cannondale to embrace their girthy tubes and dress them up like a tube of toothpaste.
It all sped right in and hit this newbie designer/cyclist right in the heart.
Soon thereafter I agreed to meet a fellow designer/cyclist for a ride and wouldn’t you know, he rolled up to Bentley’s Coffee on this bike. 
I’m still fast friends with Brad and will be forever, even if this was but the first of many times he’d alpha-male me with bikes I desired.
There was also the pink Cannondale mountain bike.
The Seven.
And now the Rivendell.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know him like a brother now and he truly deserves these bikes and any other goodness that comes his way.
But in 1988 I didn’t know him that well and I was knocked back on my heels because he had MY GODDAMN BIKE.
All I had was my old gold Nishiki Olympic and a dream.
Recently I thought about ponying up the meager dough and scratching the Cannondale Team Crest itch via eBay. 
Then Brad filled me in on the bikes’ many shortcomings. 
I don’t know if he was just trying to make me feel better or not but I decided to leave it alone.
To let my fantasy stay right where it belonged. Where it was happiest. 
In the converted garage apartment of a poor, confused college student in 1988. 
- Brian
THROWBACK THURSDAY: CANNONDALE TEAM CREST
I saw it in a Tucson bike shop during my junior year of college and was smitten.
Something about the clean, white background with pops of color.
The wit of Cannondale to embrace their girthy tubes and dress them up like a tube of toothpaste.
It all sped right in and hit this newbie designer/cyclist right in the heart.
Soon thereafter I agreed to meet a fellow designer/cyclist for a ride and wouldn’t you know, he rolled up to Bentley’s Coffee on this bike. 
I’m still fast friends with Brad and will be forever, even if this was but the first of many times he’d alpha-male me with bikes I desired.
There was also the pink Cannondale mountain bike.
The Seven.
And now the Rivendell.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know him like a brother now and he truly deserves these bikes and any other goodness that comes his way.
But in 1988 I didn’t know him that well and I was knocked back on my heels because he had MY GODDAMN BIKE.
All I had was my old gold Nishiki Olympic and a dream.
Recently I thought about ponying up the meager dough and scratching the Cannondale Team Crest itch via eBay. 
Then Brad filled me in on the bikes’ many shortcomings. 
I don’t know if he was just trying to make me feel better or not but I decided to leave it alone.
To let my fantasy stay right where it belonged. Where it was happiest. 
In the converted garage apartment of a poor, confused college student in 1988. 
- Brian
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