After spending much of the 1980s and 1990s burning up the European peloton, Andy Hampsten traded in ten-bar sew-ups and a life on the road for a graceful retirement into the world of olive oil, Laguiole corkscrews, 28 mm tires, higher gears and elevation gained for pleasure not pain. Since we live vicariously through lettering, Ken penned this Nebiolic script for Andy’s Tuscany-based touring company.
Brother Steve Hampsten has mastered the art of human-propelled conveyance in such a way that the pedals almost turn themselves in a oxy-acetylene exotic alloyed elasticity only found at the crossroads of aesthetic and mechanical virtuosity. The new Hampsten script is based loosely on a Paul Barnes redraw from a few years ago, but incorporates some crafty joins and finished with an ungulative reference to Cinghiale.
Posted by Rich Roat on May 27, 2011