Hum, on either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
mountainbiking where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of
Shalott.
It`s about mikes` bike....
@Jope
Yea that Kona Fire had a really
sloping top bar, which was a great feature...
