Rapha, nice but a bit pricey?

You used to have an edge, Joe. These are desperate times.

I used to think you were Brixton's Prince of Freshness...
Obviously wrong.

I've sold out... I'm now living the Rapha dream, commuting up Herne Hill (a slight detour) pretending I'm actually on Ventoux in B&W slo-mo with some cool jazz in the background bedecked in stylish jelly-roll hugging black and pink lycra...