Big hat tip and thanks 🙂
Some traces of Alves bikes I found in various places online.
In which Kajsa and Bumble, who has discovered relatively late in life that kayaking is What She Really Likes Best, go kayaking …
Thank you, women of Twitter!
incidental tiny things
If you’ll let me have you in my daydreams, I’ll let you have me in yours, as Bob Dylan didn’t quite say
The Brooks Flyer (with springs) and B17 (without springs) have the same leather. So of course I couldn’t resist messing with them.
A Swiss and American artist, an exceptional vocalist and musician, who, for me, gets close to the bone.
They don’t make ’em like they used to: solid threaded axles, threaded freewheel, cartridge bearings.
July 2017. Trötsch route, sheltering from a thunderstorm at Martinelli’s. Getting in just before another.
Historic (for me) first successful crossing of the Schöckl-Trötsch route, 18.02.2017
Finally, the bike setup seems to be settling down. Fingers crossed! And I learned some things.
An awful lot of arsing around with little bits of metal. This is a long one, and it isn’t the half of it.
I ride the bike a bit, but fretfully, make some not very logical changes, and get increasingly frustrated.
In which I return to Styria and go to work on a couple of hills over the winter of 2016/2017
Welcomed by dogs, buffeted by wind, weak of leg, my trip concludes in south Co. Kilkenny.
A day pootling around Glenmalure and one from there to Kilkenny. Featuring foul weather.
In which an unfit 49-yo retraces bike rides of his distant youth, from Dublin southwards.
A handy and cheap tool to keep track of whether your rims are about to turn murderous.
I discover that freewheels aren’t quite what they used to be, and install a tiny chainring
