It is late. It is dark. It is quiet and it is still. People are asleep. The streets are empty, and they may have a thin film of water from the street-cleaner’s hose. There is some neon about the place; at the edges, at the abstraction.
The “Stealth Super Pista” by Bianchi is out on the streets at his time, cruising and rolling like a dark phantom who can accelerate any moment with the low-down speed we are fond of seeing at the velodrome.
It is the bike best suited for the stealthy night messenger; that person whom connects dreams across the urban environment while we are doing the dreaming of such rare and special bicycles as this one.
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It is late. It is dark. It is quiet and it is still. People are asleep. The streets are empty, and they may have a thin film of water from the street-cleaner’s hose. There is some neon about the place; at the edges, at the abstraction.
The “Stealth Super Pista” by Bianchi is out on the streets at his time, cruising and rolling like a dark phantom who can accelerate any moment with the low-down speed we are fond of seeing at the velodrome.
It is the bike best suited for the stealthy night messenger; that person whom connects dreams across the urban environment while we are doing the dreaming of such rare and special bicycles as this one.
You can check more pics on my blog
http://fixedprelude.blogspot.com/
Thanks~
You can check hi-res pictures here.
http://fixedprelude.blogspot.com
Thanks~
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