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The one that didn’t get away

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANot only did this one not get away, it waited patiently for me to finish my frolic in the pool then go home and get my camera (it’s not very far), yes a REAL CAMERA, not just a phone.

With the lovely light and the lovely camera (fairly new, am still excited) I was able to focus close up on details like this…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

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gosh! this is a new decal to me, it’s a Raleigh Denim – grooveee

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But there’s more. All the while that I was keeping my eye on it in the pool, then slipping home for my camera, my imagination was running wild about what this was for…

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Is it a docu-bike? Bike cam? Was it taking photos even as I was splashing around practicing my newly acquired skill of going backwards into an under-water handstand?

Sadly the answer is none of the above. I met the rider and she informed me the camera is kaput – only for decoration and a bit of front reflector action. Ah well. Still happy with my find.

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The one that got away

To the orange Peugeot folder with the wicker basket parked outside the pool yesterday,

the purple Peugeot folder that sailed past my balcony some months back,

the green Raleigh that whizzed past in the same direction the very next day,

to the unidentified shopper that was nearly stacked by its uninitiated rider (new to back pedal brakes she said) outside my garden fence,

to the sky blue Malvern Star with white trimmings that I didn’t have the heart to chase down one stinking hot day last summer,

and to all the little lovelies who have eluded my camera…

this one’s for you.

Hands-free net noodling

Gosh darn this interweb thingy is smart – look what links it came up with overnight?

Lindsay Pollack has been a musical  hero of mine since I saw him playing the watering can clarinet on some kids TV show about 100 years ago. He makes instruments from anything – carrot clarinet, camp-stool flute, bike pump bag pipe. He also is a beautiful player of balkan music  and has the most wonderful tone (whenever I think about getting a new clarinet to replace my cheapy cheap one I think of his tone on the watering can and figure I just need to practice more).

But enough about me – here’s the man…

couldn’t resist putting in this one as well

and for something a little less melodic but no less interesting…here’s a young Frank Zappa playing the bicycle.

Gallery of gorgeousness part 3

It’s holidays! After 12 lazy laps and a little frolic in my beloved Fitzroy pool I sit down to check my emails and do a spot of bill paying…some time later I emerge from a serious net-noodling session. Here’s some things I discovered on the way.

1975 Daws Kingpin folding bike from Vintage Green Bike

1975 Dawes Kingpin folding bike from Vintage Green Bike  a new brand for me. I just found  this article about them on the very excellent Raleigh Twenty site

Bianci from Vintage Green Bike vie Fuck Yeah Weird Bikes

Bianci from Vintage Green Bike via Fuck Yeah Weird Bikes

This Dahon from Riding on Roadways, which also had this article about Alex Mouton (RIP), little bike pioneer.

This Cyclepro from Riding on Roadways, (which is where I stumbled onto Fuck Yeah Weird Bikes) and which also had this article about Alex Mouton (RIP), little bike pioneer.

then I remember this big wheeled beauty I’ve been saving up from some other noodling session (should have made a note of the link to give credit to the restorer)

Red delicious

Red delicious

and then I remember another bike I’d spotted on St Georges Road aeons ago that I’d been saving up for a big-wheel feature

Perfect silhouette

Perfect silhouette

and one more big wheeler from the archive just to make it a magic three

A Phillips. You can see more Phillips here.

A Phillips. You can see more Phillips here.

and now it’s time for tea

…and some time  and 3 dark chocolate tim tams later I found this.

Honk

   mim honk

Honkitty honk for the new year, and farewell to this little blue Hallmark,
complete with spokey dokes, which cosied up to my Gitane under the stairs of my flats for most of last year.mim and lu

It has moved north to the land of back gardens and tall ceilings
(that’s right – Northcote).
We (my bike and I) will miss it (and the lovely people it came with).

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Tootle oo

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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

Follow through

You may or may not know that I usually leave a calling card on bikes I photograph, inviting the rider to visit the blog and tell us about their bike. I love it when they do, and have had some very happy-making visits from riders including this one  and this one. But it seems to have dropped off lately, in face I can’t remember the last time I got a response from a rider.

Given this I’ve been a little slack about posting within 48 hours, which is my promise on the card. Like who cares? I think. Well I hope the rider of this little folder with the lovely lugs didn’t care,

because I just realised I have missed the 48 hour deadline for it twice. I posted it about a year ago (here) with an apology for missing the deadline, and  missed it again this time. Sigh.

Anyway, enough about me and my short comings – I managed to pick up some nice details this time around that I can share with you right now, love those lugs…

and while we’re looking a details, here’s some more from a little Malvern Star I’ve seen around a bit, though never had a chance to photograph before now  (which was actually a few weeks ago, but I didn’t have a card on me so the rider will never know). I am crazy about the sweep of the handlebars …perfectI  also like the detail of the blue chain

and I like thisand this

and this and speaking of blue Malvern Stars, and bikes that I have seen more than once, and bikes that I don’t post when I promise to, here’s one that ticks all those boxes.

I see this little work horse around Fitzroy all the time. I finally met the rider (who is very tall for such a small bike) in Rose Street a few weeks ago. In fact it was  the same day as  Rose Street Pink. I was considering following up Rose Street Pink with a post called Rose Street Blue, but thought a single photo post might be a bit of a let down after the elaborate sequence of the previous post. See how I keep you, the reader, in mind? I know there are only a bakers dozen who read this blog regularly, but you are my bakers dozen and I care about your reading satisfaction.