Copyright © 1999, by Kent Peterson. Republished without permission, but it’s too good a story not to share.
It’s been years now, but I’ll never forget that Christmas…
The days had grown short, the snow had begun to fall and my friends and I were all gathered around old man Petersen’s bike shop in the center of town. Flick had his eyes on a Raleigh Pro with a full Campy gruppo and my kid brother’s heart was set on Redline BMX bike but I knew there was only one bike for me.
It hung from a pair of hooks above the window, gleaming with elegance and old world sophistication. Hand built by a man who was already an old legend when Coppi first won the Giro, the simple frame would not be cluttered with derailleurs or an excessive amount of cable. No, this was a pure bicycle, the holy grail of human powered vehicles a fixed-gear road bike.