Grit and polish
Apologies to all the commuters I blasted on Brunswick st this morn, but I was late for werk.
A molteni-esque singlespeed latched on, passed me, and became the carrot for the next block - and with vital commuter cup points to be won, 2nd was not an option.
That goes for yesterday also.
Same story. Rolling late.
22km takes a good 10 minutes longer with 10 less inches per revolution.
52:22.
63"
Images.
If you haven't already smelt the single most revolting smell on Earth, it is the smell of a burning ash tray. I've never smoked fags or cigarettes, and I'm glad. That stuff will kill you!
When (garbage) bins catch alight, ridiculously, a fire engine would have to be called. I asked why they don't have a fireman on a bike for such small callouts - and the answer was 'in case they get out of hand'.
Ken Evans 'Professional'.
I find it queer to see 'seen in' entries on FGG so this is as close as I'll tread here. Gold Galli calipers and levers, and silver duct tape on bars and saddle. The hallmark 'K' on all points and looks like 753.
Trick.
Ra's Samson.
It's no Llewellyn , but the top tube has been polished just as nicely as one of DmC's lugs. Gorgeous.