Mr Cool and Madame Sturdy
I am shuffling home from getting a take-away coffee wearing Very Bad Tracksuit Pants, complete with baggy knees, when these two golden people sail past me, helmetless of course, on their white retro bikes; hers a lady’s cruiser, his a folder. “What kind of bike is that?” I call out enthusiastically, thinking he might be happy to stop and share the love. “A cool one” is his swift response as he glides past. Hmmmm, must have been the trackie dacs.
Strollling home from a friend’s, not a kilometre away from the site of the Tracksuit Pants Incident, I spy the very same bikes (I am 99% sure) locked together in a loving embrace outside the Union Club Hotel. Gotchya!
It must be my lucky bike spotting day.
Here is some kind of home-made solid work-horse, complete with payload rating on the carrier. On reflection, the back wheel looks like it is straying into Florence territory, but the front one appears to just slip under the 24 inch bar.
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