
Before I gave up cycling as a teen, I passed along the passion to my cousin Cole. He was very enamored with the fitness aspect but never really got the bug for racing as I did. He bought a bike just I used for racing, albeit a model later and different color than mine. His job allowed him to move frequently all over the world and he always brought his Cinelli. Unfortunately his life ended suddenly on 9/11 at the Pentagon. His wife kept good care of his Cinelli and knew I would be one of the few people who would really appreciate having the bike. This Christmas she asked if I would like to have it and since we would find ourself at the same place (my parents) it was a good opportunity to pick up the bike. It brought back lots of memories. I had not seen it since his funeral, and not ridden it in 20 years.