Well Mr Peabody, were you taking us tonight?
Well Sherman, I am very glad you asked..tonight we step into the way back machine to 1995.
Why 1995 Mr Peabody?
Well young Sherman, sit down for a few moments and I’ll show you..
Picture the year, 1995. Russia was hit with a 7.6 earthquake, Michael Jordon makes his return to the NBA..Toy story debuts and sends middle class parents into credit card debt....the glove doesn’t fit OJ...and dead heads got a little more dead because Jerry Garcia cashed all his chips in...
Oh, mr Peabody, I know those things but what about here in Michigan ?
Well Sherman, the Michiganscene was getting ready to blow up mountain bike racing was a weekend thing, and slowly the old skinny rode tire set was about to jump on the coattails..yes, emerging from a steel grey slumber the Festina series was slowly cooking.a true to form just like there hairy leg counterparts..the roadies were coming. And with that teams began to sprout up, creating a cast of characters to go with the stage, and one the best dressed ever were the boys they called..The little green men...team Alpine cycles. Not a large group by any stretch but a solid mix.
Sherman..the wins didn’t come easy...Although they did there share ....but what did was the style. The Fonz would of gave them all thumbs up from the early Bianchi's, to the brilliant Red Cannondale..the Specialized king cobra lids..and those super cool Briko stingers..yes young lad...They were the first to bring the look of a team to the scene.....a style that has yet to be matched by this day...
yes Sherm..I’d call this the birth of cool. Although like most good things. The team was short lived 3 years at best before the band broke up and moved on.. some went and formed the Saturn of Okemos and then later Mclain Roller squad..some went to other countries to seek the truth a few went on to live normal lives and some moved to various places to compliment other pioneers of the golden age, but none will be known as cool as the Alpine boys
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