If “The Lion King” himself is going to put his name on a bike, it had better be three things: Fast, attractive and thoroughly Italian. Check, check and check.
There is something strangely exotic in the Surly Moonlander. It’s alien, startling to look at and, on some basic, primal level, so very natural it is shocking.
It is one sharp ride. It’s the kind of bicycle that makes your hands sweaty as you squeeze the brakes levers and run a trembling, happy finger along the length of the top tube.
kolo t.c. 