Growing up as a young boy in Corleone, Sicily was tough. When I was nine, my father was shot and killed for insulting the local mafia boss. When I got older, I learned the ways of the streets, smuggling boxes of tagliatelle from town to town on my bicycle. It was a dangerous game. I eventually moved to New York and started selling “protection” to other Italian immigrants. As soon as they saw me roll up on my gold and silver Cigno Bicycle, they knew it was time to pay. Entirely hand-crafted in Italy, this $1100 means business. I would recommend it to anyone considering a mafia crime syndicate start-up.