Abusing Your Grandmother’s Bike
This via Adam Ef on the Twitters:
It reminds me of when I was a student, and my bike was detained by the police for several weeks to “help them with their enquiries”. During this time, I still had to get into lectures, so I borrowed the 1960s shopper that our landlady had left in our shed. It had everything a boy could want from a bike:
- Step through frame
- Basket on the front
- Cottered cranks and no gears
- Rust. Lots of rust.