By dahpilot on Skatehive
As far back as I can remember, this bicycle has been close to me. According to my uncle, its original owner bought it at a second-hand store during one of his trips to Italy. Before, in Cuba, traveling to other countries was reserved for only a few. He was one of those few, working for the Merchant Marine. When he arrived in Italy, as a Cuban, he didn’t know what to do, but he wanted to bring gifts for the family. When he entered the store, not knowing much about what he was doing, he saw it and fell in love with this bicycle. I’ve always wondered who its original owner might have been. Did they imagine their bicycle would end up in the Caribbean? Even better, what would their reaction be to know it still rolls as if it were new? Though I think I’ll never answer those questions. The truth is that this warrior has been in the family for 30 years now (I’m 25) Since its arrival, it hasn’t stopped. When my uncle brought it, it was one of the most modern bikes in Cuba. In those years on the