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$625 for 1972 Schwinn Paramount P-13.
ReplyDeleteNeed to put another $200 in for Campy NR brakes, levers, crankset and pedals.
Before I ever got laid, I was infatuated with high-flange hubs like you would not believe. Nothing sexier on a race bike than polished (or black gloss) high-flange hubs.
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