Three hours in the shed today rigging my 1920 Raleigh X-frame for the annual Boxing Day bash here. Those fucking-roller lever brakes are the pits. But I'm sorted. Best I'll get from my cycle-incomprehendo family is some lights or day-glo cycle clips. Maybe. But I'm listening to JJ Cale's The Road from Escondido, and I'm fucked-up on her indoors's gin. Gets better; gets worse.
Happy Christmas y'all!
Three hours in the shed today rigging my 1920 Raleigh X-frame for the annual Boxing Day bash here. Those fucking-roller lever brakes are the pits. But I'm sorted. Best I'll get from my cycle-incomprehendo family is some lights or day-glo cycle clips. Maybe. But I'm listening to JJ Cale's The Road from Escondido, and I'm fucked-up on her indoors's gin. Gets better; gets worse.
Happy Christmas y'all!