In the Brands section of this blog, I share my two bike favs: Moots and Specialized. I also tip my hand on an early crush and love I hold for Bianchi. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic. The black-and-white images of Fausto Coppi at Zumwalt’s Cyclery in North Park near 30th Street drew me in. The color Celeste #227 closed the deal. Italian pedigree was simply a bonus. When I rode my Bianchi Professional in triathlons, criteriums and my first Climb to Kaiser, white was the only color bar tape I gripped. If you remember the original Bennotto tape (really, almost like electrical tape), then you know from whence my passion for white comes. It was metallic, made a statement and was unlike most safe bets. Imagine my heart palpitations when I spied this lovely Bianchi fixie, complete with white tape and white saddle. Fizik, no less. Also a personal fav. Although I’ve logged more than 4,000 miles this year on a Moots Vamoots and Specialized Tarmac Pro SL, I still heart Bianchi, which makes it the Wednesday Crave. Photo courtesy of lazybone cafe.
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