Quoth Mr. Kohler, "Personally, I think a Rose Colnago would be more of chick magnet..." It is hard for me to imagine any bicycle, in any color, being a chick magnet. The only exception that springs to mind is a tandem with one winsome, wispy hipster rider. If I were one I'd ride nothing else.
My daughter had the following experience a couple of years ago: astride her fine old orange Lejeune track bike in Philadelphia in the wee hours of the morning, she paused for a stoplight outside a bar. A young lady, leaving the saloon, saw Isis, ran up and enthusiastically embraced her while announcing to no one in particular and to her male escort's obvious discomfort, "I LOVE fixie chicks!"
This is the only incident of actual bike-induced chick magnetry I have heard of, and I don't think it is quite what PK had in mind.
Bicycles have featured in my own romantic life, but not in so direct a manner. My wife claims to have fallen for my bicycle-sculpted legs & rear before giving consideration to the rest of the package. Again, it wasn't my pearlescent Olympia she was hot for, just the job it did on me. She was only 17 at the time, and must be forgiven her youthful preferences. --
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