Trop from the Vault

There's no better bicycle than the shitty road bike. Available for about a hundred bucks wherever baby boomers have basements, they are guaranteed to stand up to the rigors of your first winter at Loumar. Picture yourself sitting proud on one of these babies, large Tim's in hand as you struggle to find rue Metcalfe (That's downtown, right?), reluctant to ask your dispatcher since you've already been working for two months. Look at yourself; you're living the dream now!

This one came with a full Suntour Cyclone group, Ambrosio rims and suede Turbo. Cost me $80 and metro fare to NDG. Sadly, ubiquitous inexpensive shitty road bikes have become a thing of the past. As former fixie aficionados seek them out as a sensible method of urban transportation, sick-deal seekers are having to travel further into the suburbs (L'Assomption is East, right?). Thus goes the gentrification of the cycling landscape.

I guess it's time to move to New Brunswick and find that $200 Trek you've been dreaming about.