Kinda sweet looking paint job but what's with this "to feel is to believe" nonsense? With rubbish like that its quite probable that Museeuw was ploughing through more 'dirt' in the Roubaix showers after crossing the line in the Hell of the North.
"To write this garabage on a frame is to have zero sales" would be more apt.
Making frames from flax and carbon. There was flex seed in my cereal. I should send Museeuw some 'reconstituted' flax for his attention.