My grandmother's bike, the only one she ever had, that she got during the war (she always said how much of a privilege / lucky it was to get hold of one back then), that she used all her life, carried me and my cousins on when we were kids, that my grand father had re-welded (badly, should have been brazed obviously) by one of his metal worker friends when the seat tube started failing (mixed frame), and that she used in the end, just pushing it to the shops to help her walk, was a 650b, referred to as "demi ballon".
How visionary she was!
My grandmother's bike, the only one she ever had, that she got during the war (she always said how much of a privilege / lucky it was to get hold of one back then), that she used all her life, carried me and my cousins on when we were kids, that my grand father had re-welded (badly, should have been brazed obviously) by one of his metal worker friends when the seat tube started failing (mixed frame), and that she used in the end, just pushing it to the shops to help her walk, was a 650b, referred to as "demi ballon".
How visionary she was!