La Vie Velominatus, Part I: Finding the V-Locus
Arms draped casually over the bars, wrists canted inward, knees tucked in neatly towards the top tube, bottom perched on the saddle’s rivet, chin dropped low to the stem. During maximum effort, all the elements of the rider seem to converge toward one point, an invisible spot on the machine where we may worship at … Continue reading La Vie Velominatus, Part I: Finding the V-Locus
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