You thought I was going to take the piss out of these shoes, didn't you? So did I at first, but then I had to go to the loo, came back, took a few shots of Plymouth gin, stared at the shoes again and decided, hey they're not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it's the European in me. Or maybe its the gay in me. Could be both, but you know what? If I wore these bad girls during my daily commute I would no doubt be the prettiest cyclist in the greater San Francisco area. Beats the hell out of the Chrome [insert WWII battle of choice] shoes I've been wearing for the last few months. Just saying. Look me up in a few weeks when I'm prancing about in a pair of PUMA Cycling to Mars cycling shoes.  These shoes could very well be the next shoe of the thug hipster thugster thipster life. You read it here first. Or maybe second. Via too many trendy blogs to count.