a tribute.

A tribute to a bike well ridden. A blast from the past. My unknown Colnago.

My
Phantom V1.

It was my first step in my discovery of the meaning of true freedom. It was the vector of discovering my life force. My tool of exploration. My companion under scorching sun and bitter cold night wind. My round-islander.












anyway just something off the top off my head...


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A broken heart, a broken life, a weary soul. Wandering in this world of lost souls trying to find their own direction. She walked through the lonely midnight streets. Her mind was lost in a delusion of black - pitch black. Inside her head were thoughts of everything and nothing at all. In particular, thoughts of what conspired that day. But her thoughts collided with flashes of cold bitterness, regret and all other emotions one can think of. In essence, it was a wave of confusion - emotional confusion. But her despair never happened overnight. It happened through her entire life, brought together in one night - a mountain of unwanted luggage clinging onto her shoulders. Way too much weight for a weakened and weary soul for someone like her.

But as much as everyone thought they could empathize, maybe even sympathize, she knew that they would never come close....

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