Imagine it—speeding down 5th, hair blowing out from under your helmut, screaming sweet nothings over the roar of the wind to your date in the sidecar (cause you're driving, natch!)...
Imagine it—speeding down 5th, hair blowing out from under your helmut, screaming sweet nothings over the roar of the wind to your date in the sidecar (cause you're driving, natch!). So retro, so European, so much cooler than a bicycle-built-for-two.