I don't know. I have no answer at all. I don't want an answer; I don't even want to think about it. Forget I asked.
I think you confused the Lounge with PO.Like a 14 y.o. boy's bedroom....a combination of unwashed stinky body, sweaty clothes thrown into the corner, a few socks that were used in a most unfortunate way and tossed under the bed, and about a gallon of Axe cologne used in an attempt to mask the other raunchy odors.
pure poetry!The Lounge smell is a fragrance. For most its the after-ride of dial, Barbasol and a good towel over with hints of Downy. Sounds of non-twist-off bottled beer, chain-key-wax, fresh brake pad and stained rim walls. It's the beginning story of a great ride, harsh [tale] wind and some of the greatest conversation between other riders during that day found in person.
It's out yellow line, a beginning to a great ending season and the final sit down discussing it all.
The Lounge has the smell of earning ones living.
Labour. Sweat. Glory and shame.