My mum was asking what I wanted for my upcoming birthday the other day – ‘any more bits you need for your bike?’ – and I had to say that, since its last service, when I finally got a kick stand put on, there really wasn’t anything more me or my bike actually needed.
My bike was already a bit of a fred bike (strictly speaking a doris bike) when I first got it – in the sense of a bike which has been modified for comfort and practicality rather than speed or style. With its mudguards, rack and touring bars it already deviated from the norm for UK bikes – and as I have since added a Brooks saddle, now perfectly moulded to fit (and matching Brooks tool roll, thanks Mum), semi-permanent pannier bag, dynamo lighting and Japanese alloy bell – not to mention spikey winter tyres – it is now (to my mind) perfect, and to everyone else’s mind a bit weird – and that’s before you add the rider in wellies, rain skirt and non-ironic tweed cap. I’m hoping it will render it unstealable,* as apparently any bike thief worth their salt sticks to ‘normal’ bikes by which they mean flat barred aluminium hybrids, preferably with front suspension, and frankly they’re welcome to those.
I may joke about N+1, but the Brompton aside, I’m really more of a one-bike girl, so the bike has tended to bear the brunt of my Mrs Armitage-ish tendencies. However, I did think as I rode out this morning that bike and I are more or less complete – at least until I break down and fit an electric motor in time for my 80th Anniversaire.
Or so I thought – until a parcel arrived in the post this lunchtime with the one must-have accessory every bike in Scotland should be wearing:
Feel free to admire my bike in the comments…
* I do – mostly – lock it up all the same. Ahem. When I have remembered my lock.