It was gorgeous. A 1974 Jeunet Franche-Comte bicycle. There’s something about seeing a perfect vintage object that almost can take my breath away.
I stopped to take a photo. The young owner came up while I was still admiring the art. He said a man printed up replica decals for restoration projects. The details weren’t perfect… It was a fixie instead of a 10-speed. The rims were of the modern tall style. The brakes were a replica of the German Weinmann brand, instead of the original French Mafacs. The handlebars were flat. But it was beautiful.
Even though newer bikes can run circles around this baby, it has a style that cannot be matched.
Art.
p.s. My Gitane is from the same era. I have made too many modifications for it to be close to the showroom-floor state.
Yes, I really do believe blogs are dying.
What once held value is now worth just a little above zero. These two tennis rackets are worth something to someone, but finding that someone would not be worth my time spent looking.
Where else can I go to spend $6.99 on 16 ounces of juice?
Fifty years ago, a college student was bored while reading advertising principles. Little did he know that fifty years later, another person would be entertained by his sketches. And there is no way he would have known his sketches would be seen by people all over the world.
This is the best pen I’ve tried in a long time. Click over to 
Most people love to hate dandelions. A field of fertile puffy seed balls, waiting to spread their beauty to the next closest lawn, strikes fear in the hearts of most North American lawn-keepers.
Why is it that we feel better when someone famous does what we are already doing? It’s our basic human need to be validated.
