So stoked on my $35 knockoff rapha kit that I’m rocking it all day in the office.
Snapchatting bike races all day. Check em out: truemarmalade
5 bikes in the van.
First time going off road today. It was…interesting.
truemarmalade on snapchat if you want to show me what you ride, or literally anything else.
25lb 1986 Basso with motherfucking downtube friction shifters.
That climb at the halfway point was no joke.
Gonna go nap now.
Holy shit snapchat has awful video quality, but hey here’s all my bikes. Snap me things; truemarmalade
Hey T&T followers, I’m pretty much in love with snapchat so you guys and gals should snap me pics of your bikes or boobs or dicks or whatever at TRUEMARMALADE seriously send me everything I’ll send dumb stuff back.
Longest ride so far.
Tour De Cure.
Fun fact: I’m diabetic.
How am I supposed to trust that if a girl lists “biking” as an interest, that doesn’t mean she likes riding her beach cruiser to class and back. Maybe I need to judge it based on what shops in town she has “liked” as well.
Do I show up to the first date on my Basso, or my Dolan, or my old Peugeot conversion? Or fuck it, maybe my Big Ripper with the pegs in back so she can ride it with me? This is definitely some sort of first-world-problem, but it’s the shit that runs around in my head all the time.
tl;dr Girls that can actually ride hard, are hard to find.