I just cashed my pay check and re-wrapped my Cinelli handlebars on my Bridgestone RB-1. Cinelli two toned cork tape, red and black on a bright red bicycle.
This bicycle is a 1994, one of the last one inch steertube, threaded headset machines. She is a lugged frame with Tange doublebutted tubing, forks and tapergauge forks with a special Tom Ritchey designed forged crown.
She has a Chris King red anodized headset, same color Race Face bottom bracket set with a titanium axle. Most everything else is 8 rear wheel cassette Dura Ace equipment, Cinelli stem ot go with the bars, a Campy carbon fiber Record seat tube and a Brooks titanium railed, chamfered leather Professional saddle with large brass rivets.
Though she is a racing machine, she has a snap on bell and lights and reflectors in the wheels. I aim always to be seen.
I use the speed play pedal system as far as cleats go, and I have many wheel sets and the machine usually has one of three main sets that go with it.
Why do I rattle off about this machine I keep as close to me as a rib in my ribcage?
Why not? This thread is as good an excuse to do so as any excuse I use to inflict family pictures on my friends in the real world. And you can take it to the bank I consider this machine as being part of me. ;-D ;-D :-D