The Breezer
The Breezer
I was at a friend's house the other day who builds bikes, snowboards, baseball bats, hockey sticks, etc, and he showed me his bike room, which is filled with about 10 fantastic rides. My eyes immediately fell on the Breezer, an old school steel hard tail frame with Ritchey forks.
"I knew you'd dig the old school. You wanna take it home for a spin?"
"Really?"
"Yeah sure, a bike's meant to be ridden. Can't be sitting here. Breaks my heart when a bike sits around."
If you know anything about mountain biking, you'll know the lore of Joe Breeze, and understand my thrill being back on a steel frame.
After a few days of sore ass, I got right back into it again, pumping hills, cutting a line down hill (this bike can go down in a big way), and enjoying being on a bike again after 20 years. The Breezer is what a perfect ride should feel like. Can't get much closer.
If you see an old school guy in the hills of Yangmingshan, with a big smile on his sweaty face, huffing and puffing, passing cars, and riding a beautiful black and white hand painted Breezer, you'll know that's me.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
