Steel is real

Then there was this.

Orange bike

Sometimes you don’t even plan the perfect thing, and it happens anyway. I didn’t mean to buy an orange bike. I didn’t need another bike, no matter what colour it was. But the orange bike crossed my path, and this little chromoly machine turned out to be one of the best things I ever bought. It’s now my every day commuter, my after-work trail ripper, my vacation companion when lock-up circumstances or transport are too insecure for the Banshee. The urban playground continues to expand, and I love every moment I spend on this bike.

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