Background: This is a recurring installment wherein I examine the effect of mostly cheesy music video absorption during the '80s and early-'90s and its intersection - in my brain - with bike racing. Read up for the backstory on State-Dependent Memory and all the rest. (Or this stuff is going to make no sense whatsoever. Which is fine, I guess.)
Nothing was on heading out on my Monday morning coffee ride, but when a few of us arrived at the café, the barista had her customary '70s-'80s hard rock playlist piped in to the system. So we had a triple threat... Prepare yourself.
First up, this.
Do you remember the album cover?
Then... something that never got overplayed.
Brian May. He so tall.
And before we left, from my favorite Floyd record.
Gilmour: also quite tall.
And then on the way back in, courtesy of a gentle tailwind, this '90s gem bubbled up from the bottom of my brainpan.
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