If you’ve been following my recent bikesistential crises, you may recall that I’d been considering a Buell Ulysses as a...
The CityBike Wrecking Crew goes to Bungee Brent’s Backroad Bash every year—it’s become something akin to an annual corporate retreat, which I understand is what real companies call these outings that serve as backdrops for trust falls, sexual harassment and blackmail fodder. It’s a bit of a misnomer, though: we’re not corporate, and we damn sure don’t retreat. Ever.
Badass bikes, big and small! (we decided 'Hot August Bikes' was too cheezy)
In which we practice our pinky etiquette...
