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http://www.lfgss.com/picture.php?albumid=2047&pictureid=11564
I bought the frame from Kboy and not knowing any better built it thusly. Criminal lack of period correctness (not to mention style) but it's light, responsive, reliable and I ride it a lot rain or sun. I'd love a period 8 speed and older Shamals or Zondas but then I'd look at the weather, think about salt etc and not ride it.
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Campyoldy,all the different ebay's, local bike shops...sure it takes a bit of work but the end result is worth it in my opinion. Everything that is worth doing takes time, but it makes the end result all the sweeter.
Agreed but it illustrates another murphie's law in that whichever great gruppo part you pass on due the rarity of the other bits, those other rare bits will magically appear shortly afterwards. The converse of this is also the case but much more expensive.
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Always thought it would be entertaining to invite a lady back after the date, ask her to pick some music to put on whilst you get a drink and direct her to the music collection, where there would just be all the "Now" music CD compliations filed in order.
Ahem, all the "Now" music on CD would be missing 1-9 which were on vinyl.
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Thanks all. Feeling bruised but relieved.
Lorry stopped - details all round - I left the scene with a huge amount of paper which now resides in a box file. Witnesses contacted for statements, photos sent to police, and utterly psychopathic solicitor retained.
I might have been able to brake had I realised it was going to carry on coming in. Trouble is by the time I realised that I was fighting to stay upright against the kerb and braking hard would I think have made things much worse.
Never normaly take the route, probably about 100yards from turning off......
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I've just felt the length of a lorry's left hand side. Fuck me I think I've come as close to death as I've ever been.
Rural village, A road. Lorry behind for length of village with me not quite in primary nor in kerb (note for file - grow a pair). Lorry suddenly pulls out and overtakes 80yards from substantial bend. Initially leaves room then car comes round bend (what a surprise - it's 5.30pm!). Car stops, lorry moves in and in and in. Kerb 1' from substantial wall. I see the side of lorry, feel the side of lorry, start to graunch along the kerb, start to graunch along the wall (no pavement, wall less than 1' from kerb) press myself against wall, get pressed against wall, do fucking anything other than go under the rear wheels I can see, then finally I'm out and on the fucking floor.
Surrounded by people, can't move, get up, fall over, tirade at driver, photos, witnesses, photos, responder ambulance, ambulance, treatment, police, traffic police, lift home from mate, stella, more stella, soon to be even more stella. In the end I have 2 witnesses, various copper statements, photos, insurance details etc.
Bill so far that I can see - left arm and shoulder, badly grated, back out, watch, front wheel , levers, bar tape, rear mech, ?crack on rear brake bridge, shoe, helmet and a recurring flash of that fucking green side going on and on and on.
Somehow I have this insidious feeling that I've been irresponsible in putting myself at risk even though I couldn't do anything about it.
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Mental cycling challenges for the mid life crisis (one last chance etc)
That don't need mega bucks and support teams but are sort of recognised. Something you can aspire to at your office desk without stumping up ludicrous depoisits to have DNF published a year later.
Do such beasts exist?