A day in the life of a little bike blogger
5am let cat out
7.30am let cat in, back to bed with tea, toast and laptop (and cat) for a ‘quick’ post
8.30am finally come up with an angle for the eclectic mix of photos waiting to be posted (Follow through)
9am finish that bloody post by hook or crook
10am -12pm run errands in the city that include:
making a book delivery rendezvous in one of my favourite arcades Cambell Arcade or Degraves Street Subway depending on who you are talking to
and visiting Writers Victoria and SPUNC in the rather lovely Wheeler Centre for Books, Writing and Ideas
then stumble across this very friendly woman out and about on her house mate’s Raleigh Stowaway
this is a detail I have never seen before…
12.30pm stop to eat lunch under the best lunch-eating-under tree in Exhibition Gardens
12.30 – 7.15pm blah blah blah
8.00pm On the way to a theatre show at Footscray stumble across red Stowaway number 2. How weird is that?
I checked for the little embossed detail that I found on the Stowaway number 1, but nowhere to be found.
And here’s some thing I had never really noticed about the Stowaway, check this odd curve on the head stem.
and the text on the saddle deserves a place alongside Roadmaster in my excellent-brand-name-on-saddles file. This one looks like cool cartoon caption writing.
10ish pm get home and let grumpy cat out (cabin fever – poor wee flat-cat)
11.30ish pm let cat in
Like the photo of your bike beneath the tree. What bike is that?
That’s my big wheeled bike. I have to confess that even though I profess the small-wheel love all over the joint, I only ride my Gitane folder round the hood (don’t tell anyone but it’s a bit hard going on those 30+ year-old little wheels). The bike under the tree is my commuter and work horse (of which I am also very fond), a Jamis Coda that I customised by extending the head stem and swapping the Coda flat handle bars for the on the curved-back handle bars that come on a Jamis Commuta.
Oh and I also put the very smart mudguards on (fenders in your language), they have a translucent rose-pink strip down the centre, which I suppose would be handy if you wanted to look at a tiny strip of your tyre through rose coloured glasses.
If only I could get a chain guard to fit it would be perfect, but alas there is only so far you can go when trying to make a sporty steel-framed bike with all the mod cons look and feel like a handsome upright bike from a more elegant time.