Ti A Fredly Ribbon...

Today I took a ride all the way downtown and back again, and I will tell you all about it in due course--or at least a little bit about it.

Oh yeah, I was also riding a fixie:

Dear Fixedgeargallery... pic.twitter.com/lq4A82rII5— Bike Snob NYC (@bikesnobnyc) May 15, 2019

It's a zen thing, you wouldn't understand.

In the meantime, I've received the following request:

Gladly!


Maybe I'm still in the new-to-me-bike honeymoon phase, but I've ridden this thing almost every day since taking delivery and I must say I'm smitten with it in a way in which few bikes have ever smote me before.  (I'm not sure any of the preceding sentence makes any sense, but what do you want from a free blog?)  Granted, I have yet to conduct any scientific testing, but I'm beginning to suspect that maybe there is something to this whole "magical ride of titanium" thing.  In fact, I like the bike so much I almost regret getting it, because it's got me thinking.  For example, I also love this bike deeply:


So how much more would I love a Jones made out of titanium?


Sure, maybe you can't really tell the difference through those fat tires...but what if you can? 

Even worse, what happens if I become so addicted to titanium that I simply have to have it at all times?  First you're upgrading all of your bike holdings to titanium, and then before you know it you're putting a down payment on that titanium toothbrush.

Guess I'd better spend more time on that fixie, it's the only thing still keeping me honest.