I’m not sure when my love with wood begun. But this love transfers into a deeper love for anything wooden that is a bike. Be it frames, rims, handlebars I am there to admire woods aesthetical brilliance. Obviously, this is my bike fetish. That is, something that evokes a sense of bikecitement right through every inch of my bones. I’m sort of embarrassed to admit this. However I feel this is an important introduction to allow you to understand the extent of the horror felt that I had not heard about Cerchio Ghisallo until today. At least I don’t think I have? Today I listened intently as a co-worker explained the craftsman ship behind Ghisallos spealised wooden rims. This business that has been in operation for three generations explains, “Located but a few metres off from the renon “Our Lady of the Ghisallo” Sanctuary, we are an artisan workshop of old, utterly unique in our genre. Dedicated to the production of bicycle rims with a passion, we avail of quite a range of rim and spoke hole sizes, as well as mudguards, chaincases and beechwood pack and carry racks. in faggio.” How magical does that sound?
Anyway back down to earth and reality. I must remind myself that I am a broke university student and won’t taunt myself further by looking at the price for such beauty. I will ride on happily with my wood-painted rims and pretend they are the real deal…until I win lottery.