I bought a bike. I have been deliberating over this for the longest time now and I made a decision, fuelled by nothing more than:
A) It’s good enough B) It was in the window C) The shop is really rather lovely.
So a rewarding discount later, and frame and fork are hanging in my coat nook. Tomorrow they go to a painter, to be transformed into a metallic silver frame and a deep luscious carbon worshipping clear gloss on the fork.
Then, this weekend my Dad arrives back from London with Brooks bounty, I’ll finish the design of some custom sticker work, and then I’ll get my new commuter/tourer/gravel/rain bike put together and ride it EVERYSINGLEDAY.