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Then came a young Swede from Lapland who did things differently; rather than trying to cut the sharpest corner at each gate, hitting the blue and red post with his shoulders, Stenmark focused on keeping his slalom has smooth as possible: no hard edges but an elegant flow.
It was all over for the Italians.
In the morning rush hour, people on racers and fixie, their head down, are keen to show the lightness of their machine and toughness of their calves; they distance me on some straight stretches, but when we approach a junction, I, sitting comfortably on a Retrovelo or an Azor, with a clear outlook on the movement of all other vehicles, find the perfect line and effortlessy leave them behind.
It happens every morning.
A couple of days ago, a gentleman was debating which of two second-hand Scorchers to buy: I suggested the upright one, a bike so comfortable that mounting it was like sitting on your favourite sofa; he opted instead for the racy one: short Nitto stem, straight bars and a slightly small frame for him. The following day, riding downhill in St. James a taxi made an unsignalled u-turn and our customer flew over the bonnet. Luckily damage was limited to a bruised knee and a twisted roller brake. Totally the taxi-driver’s fault [who incidentally drove off], but I cannot help feeling that if he had opted for the more sensible bike, he wouldn’t be stitching his suit’s trousers now.
Style (and safety) over speed.