Simon Masterson
Old School Hero
Was off to a bike jumble today when all of a sudden the bike just didn't feel right. Stopped, checked over thoroughly, couldn't find anything sinister. Got back on, thought I'd probably been imagining things. Half a mile down the road, what you see below happened.
I knew that the finish was in a dire state and in desperate need of a respray, but this has been a wakeup call, and I'll be applying frame saver to my others. Given the state of the fork, I can only assume that the frame is just as bad, and therefore I'm retiring it, to look at and reminisce about many happy miles. She never was anything special, but was my dad's bike, and I can remember gazing at it adoringly as a boy. Had a mishmash of parts, but served faithfully for commuting in all weathers for the past few years.
Sleep well, old friend. Thanks for reading.
I knew that the finish was in a dire state and in desperate need of a respray, but this has been a wakeup call, and I'll be applying frame saver to my others. Given the state of the fork, I can only assume that the frame is just as bad, and therefore I'm retiring it, to look at and reminisce about many happy miles. She never was anything special, but was my dad's bike, and I can remember gazing at it adoringly as a boy. Had a mishmash of parts, but served faithfully for commuting in all weathers for the past few years.
Sleep well, old friend. Thanks for reading.