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CNOC 16 (ages 4+)

Good condition, mechanically excellent, 2 yrs old and ready for use.

Comes with removable basket.

£150 ono

STRICTLY CASH & COLLECTION ONLY from SW6

pics here:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/xmz5ypzis764ln7/AABmgq_T-sgCjbz7vnb2uWQOa?dl=0

Gone to Buckaroo - pending collection & payment.

The frame is a 53cm frame (550mm top tube and 498mm seat tube). It has never been dropped or crashed.

The frame is High Modulus T700 carbon fiber, with CNC machined aluminum lugs. The frame tubes provide great lateral stiffness, while remaining vertically compliant. It is at home at speeds above 20mph. Steering at speed is extremely predictable and responsive. F&F and seatpost weighs 1.85kg

The frame is in good condition, has cable rubs and a few scratches - the worst of it is shown in the photos.

For sale - F&F, (nearly new)Easton Carbon seatpost, Carbon FSA headset, Fizik saddle & Dura Ace 7900 callipers. Pictures on links:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/xiv4qpjv4q4jn0y/AAAMUQN3Ld9l_ZdgnNMDD-N8a?dl=0
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/6r8ogyypsoisv2g/AAAJpM6jP8670DpCh5ewIYuua?dl=0

CASH & COLLECTION ONLY FROM SW6 - NO POSTING - OR SWOPS

£275 ONO collected from SW6.

Gone to tonyme pending payment/collection

No POSTING !

Collection only.

still there and forgot to mention I will throw in a nice retro Selle Italia saddle & a seatpost

ps no indication the frame is anything other than straight

Sadly, this has been in the wars after I was T-boned by an RLJ'ing cyclist - the frame has a dent on the top tube of about 1/8th of an inch.

This is F&F, Campag Record headset & dust cap

Collection from Fulham - would considers offers of around £70

pm me

Pics are here:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/s5umvwvbc5u30mz/AACSyogfBi_cnynKeNofWS07a?dl=0

Hi, I thought the equilibrium had rack mounts - but does not appear to be the case on the photos - can you confirm ?

Here's the full list:
The 10 funniest jokes from the Fringe Festival 2014

1. "I've decided to sell my Hoover ... well, it was just collecting dust" - Tim Vine.

2. "I've written a joke about a fat badger, but I couldn't fit it into my set" - Masai Graham.

3. "Always leave them wanting more, my uncle used to say to me. Which is why he lost his job in disaster relief" - Mark Watson.

4. "I was given some Sudoku toilet paper. It didn't work. You could only fill it in with number 1s and number 2s" - Bec Hill.

5. "I wanted to do a show about feminism. But my husband wouldn't let me" - Ria Lina.

6. "Money can't buy you happiness? Well, check this out, I bought myself a Happy Meal" - Paul F Taylor.

7. "Scotland had oil, but it's running out thanks to all that deep frying" - Scott Capurro.

=8. "I forgot my inflatable Michael Gove, which is a shame 'cause halfway through he disappears up his own a***hole" - Kevin Day.

=8. "I've been married for 10 years, I haven't made a decision for seven" - Jason Cook.

1. "This show is about perception and perspective. But it depends how you look at it" - Felicity Ward.
   
   

Honourable mentions

• "I go to the kebab shop so much that when they call me boss in there it's less a term of affection, more an economic reality" - Ed Gamble.

• "Leadership looks fun, but it's stressful. Just look at someone leading a conga" - James Acaster.

• "I bought myself some glasses. My observational comedy improved" - Sara Pascoe.

I've decided to sell my Hoover... well, it was just collecting dust.

Courtesy of Tim Vine - "funniest joke" at the Edinburgh Fringe

Taking waterproof in the knowledge it will be a bit boil in the bag if I have to wear it.

Spoke with a forecaster this afternoon - he gives it 60% chance of the remnants of Bertha coming through with wet conditions.... the core of moist tropical air changes the environment around it and the interaction with the jet stream is unknown,.... blah blah blah

@ MTC? You work there?

nope this was @ MSO - I was looking at some fancy stuff there and saw a few guys fettling frames in the corner !

Sadly no pictures, but I had a look at a number of Specialized McLaren frames being made at McLaren, for apparently this years TDF. The quality of the frames was sublime.

Cycle almost daily and average once every three years.

Thankfully, my last off on Friday resulted in no more than minor skin loss & ripped shorts (but at least the driver responsible stopped and was very apologetic).

Totally agree with Skully you get more for the parts than the whole bike GLWS

too right....plus get to work with the dremmel FTW !

Lovely bike and would have had this, but sadly need rack bosses.

wowzers...... that is a beaut !

This.

I try not to get all high and mighty about less experienced cyclists getting in my way on my roads, but if someone has such poor spacial awareness that they clonk my back wheel when I've been sitting stationary at the lights* for over a minute then they are a totally legitimate target for calling out.

*Happened to me today, and has happened on non-strike days too.

+1, then a combination of sprinting away from the lights & fading to a more sedate cadence - they probably hate people like me who accelerate slowly

There was a little boy who lived in a far away land. Close to the boy's home, there was a tall mountain, always covered in snow at the top. Also at the top of the mountain, there was an ancient monastery where ancient monks lived.

Sometimes, the little boy, as he was riding his tricycle around his yard, would look up at the monastery on the tall mountain and wonder what it was like up there.

One day, when the wind was blowing down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold and the little boy could hear a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! He could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and he was curious.

So, the little boy made a peanut butter sandwich, hopped on his tricycle and started his ride up to the monastery. It took him hours and hours, but he finally made it to the top. He bravely pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Monk, sir. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"

"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

Sadly, the little boy got back on his tricycle and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. He really did want to know what was making that noise.

The wind did not blow down off the mountain again until a couple years later. The boy was a bit bigger and stronger now and now rode around town on his bicycle.

As luck would have it, he was out riding when the wind blew down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold, and he heard a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! He could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and he was curious.

So, the bigger boy made a ham and cheese sandwich, hopped on his bicycle and started his ride up to the monastery. It took him hours, but he finally made it to the top. He pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.

"Hey, Mr. Monk. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"

"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

Sadly, the big boy got back on his bicycle and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. He really did want to know what was making that noise.

The wind did not blow down off the mountain again until a couple years later. The boy had grown into a strapping youth now and rode around town on his motorcycle.

As luck would have it, he was out riding when the wind blew down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold, and he heard a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! He could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and he was curious.

So, the strapping youth grabbed a slice of pizza, hopped on his motorcycle and started his ride up to the monastery. It took him 30 minutes, but he finally made it to the top. He pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.

"Yo, Mr. Monk, dude. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"

"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

Sadly, the strapping youth got back on his motorcycle and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. He really did want to know what was making that noise.

The wind did not blow down off the mountain again until a couple years later. The boy was now a young man and often rode around in his new convertible sportscar.

As luck would have it, he was out riding when the wind blew down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold, and he heard a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! He could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and he was curious.

So, the young man bought a burger at a fast food place, got in his convertible sportscar, and started his ride up to the monastery. It took him 20 minutes, but he finally made it to the top. He pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.

"Mr. Monk. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"

"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

Sadly, the young man got back in his convertible sportscar and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. He really did want to know what was making that noise.

That night, he thought and thought about the very strange noise and how he just had to know what caused it. So, he resolved to do something about it the next day.

The next day, he got in his convertible sportscar and raced up the mountain, slammed on his brakes, and skidded to a stop right in front of the massive door to the monastery.

He honked the horn of his convertible sportscar until the head monk finally opened the door.

"Alright, Mr. Monk, I want to know what is making that very strange noise coming from you monastery!"

"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

"Well, then can I become a monk?"

"Why certainly! It is quite easy. You must travel the earth and count the number of blades of grass in every field and the number of grains of sand on every beach. When you return with your answer, then you shall be a monk."

So the young man left the monastery and travelled the earth. For years and years he counted the blades of grass and grains of sand, until one day he had finally finished. He made his way slowly back to the monastery and found the head monk.

"Oh, Mr. Monk, I have travelled the earth these past years, counting the blades of grass and grains of sand. I finally know that there are 123,123,123,123,123 blades of grass in the fields and 123,123,123,123,123 grains of sand on the beaches and I would like to become a monk."

So the man became a monk. At last, he would now be able to find out the source of that very strange noise coming from the monastery.

"Mr. Monk, what is the noise coming from the monastery?" asked the new monk.

The head monk replied, "The source is too complicated to describe in words. I am afraid that you must see it for yourself to truly understand it. This key will show you the answer you seek."

"Take this key to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery. There you will find a long corridor. At the end of the corridor is a door and through the door is the thing that makes the noise."

Well, of course the new monk went immediately to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery and there he did indeed find the long corridor. He walked down the corridor until he could see the door at the end.

Unfortunately, there were three magical fires that never go out blocking the man from the door. He decided to jump the fires to reach the door. The man made sure the key was secure in his hand, took a running charge at the first fire and leapt!

Over the first fire he flew, but he dropped the key. The man leapt back over the fire, ran all the way back down the long corridor, out of the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery and back to the head monk.

"Oh, Mr. Monk! I am so sorry! I went to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery, down the long corridor to the door, but there were magical fires and I dropped the key in the first one as I leapt over it."

"Do not worry, for there is another key and you must overcome tests on your way to enlightenment. The second key, however is far, far away in Canada."

The new monk left the monastery and travelled to Canada. It took many years because he had no money, being a monk and all.

Eventually, he arrived in Canada and managed to track down the key to the door. The monk then had to make the return journey equally as painstakingly, but finally he arrived back at the monastery. Down into the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery he went, until he found the long corridor.

The three magical fires were in front of him as he took a running start.

Over the first fire went the monk, key still in hand!

Over the second fire went the monk, key still- RATS!
He had dropped the key in the second fire. The monk leapt back over the second fire, back over the first fire, back down the long corridor he walked and out of the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery. The monk went back to the head monk.

"Oh, Mr. Monk! I am so sorry! I went to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery, down the long corridor to the door, but there were magical fires and I dropped the key in the second one as I leapt over it."

"Do not worry, for there is one more key and we must all overcome tests on our way to enlightenment. The third key, however is far, far away in Australia."

The monk left the monastery and travelled to Australia. It took many years because he had no money being a monk and all.

Eventually he arrived in Australia and managed to track down the key to the door. The monk then had to make the return journey equally as painstakingly, but finally he arrived back at the monastery. By this time, he was quite an old monk.

Down into the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery he went, until he found the long corridor. The three magical fires were in front of him as he took a running start.

Over the first fire went the quite old monk, key still in hand!

Over the second fire went the quite old monk, key still in hand!

Over the THIRD fire went the quite old monk, key still in hand!

He had made it! He'd made the jumps and here he was standing outside the door with the answer to his question. Finally, finally, after so many, many, many years of wanting to know what was making the strange noise, he would know. The answer lay through the door in front of him and he could at last be at peace with himself.

Slowly, the quite old monk slid the key into the lock. Turning the key a slight 'click' was to be heard as the lock moved back allowing the quite old monk to open the door. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Shock and amazement came over him as he finally realized the answer to his question!

"Do you want me to tell you what it was?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."

Blimey...... I stopped telling that joke when I was 9yrs old.....nice to see it getting a new lease of life!!

This dust from the Sahara tastes like dessert

Thoughts & prayers to rider, family & friends.

"some cyclists are smug, self satisfied BMW drivers"

etc...

Corrected

I do love my BMW.... I don't get cut up in it by other drivers and then only to be told that I deserve it for not paying road tax!

So as to f#ck people's sh#t up, I am super courteous/careful on the odd occasion I drive.... I even rarely overtake cyclists!

I even worked out that you can switch on the car heating from inside the house before you get in it! Oh the contrast to cycling in on my beloved & decrepid Bob Jackson

Nice frame...Free bump

sweet mother of God... that's tasty

I have a pair of ledus (the smaller ones) - I wasn't able to get them working reliably (possibly says more about the deficiencies in my technical ability than any product failing) & have got a pair of M232 Monkey Lights that I have found are 100% reliable and provide a superb side visibility light show !!