I found these guys on eBay for around 4 Euros each plus a bit extra for shipping. Correspondence was handled in broken French to a Belgian in Flanders, the global soul of cycling. Kinda cool. I thought about repainting them but was discouraged against this by a wise friend – gotta keep ’em original. The guy bringing up the back looks like he’s hit the pave a few times. What I like most about these are the stories they’re imbued with, epic clashes on the cobblestones of the Black Forest or Ardennes played out on some rainy Saturday morning in Belge. The paint all rubbed bare by those children’s hands.