My friend rang yesterday, all excited. I’m a bit surprised, because I’d only just been on the phone to her that morning arranging our next ride. But she’s found a bike! She came off the phone to me and drove up the road to where a young lad has opened up a business selling bikes and found herself a great second hand bike for 45 quid. ‘What kind of bike is it?’ I ask. ‘Purple,’ she replies. ‘I’ve got some ankle boots with four inch heels that will really go with it.’
Naturally I had to go up and have a look for myself, while my friend was getting her mudguards fitted. He’s getting bikes from police auctions and car boot sales and the like and doing them up for a modest profit. They’re mostly the sort of bikes you see around here, hybrids and mountain bikes, but there’s a few real gems and nothing at more than 90 pounds. Fortunately, I’d left my money and my cards behind so I couldn’t buy anything myself, but I think there will need to be a better equipped expedition up there shortly for a real poke around. After all, we’ll need a couple of bikes for any guests we have to ride, and maybe a winter bike for me to ride, and the other half could do with something faster than his current bike. And a folder would come in handy, maybe for a trip to London or beyond. And, who knows, I may revise my opinion of mountain biking or even take up cyclocross. And did I mention he had a unicycle? Yes, there’s always a reason why one could buy another bike.
Meanwhile my friend is looking at her new bike with a glint in her eye and planning some improvements in the way of bike bling. ‘What this bike needs…‘
I think the local economy is about to get a bit of a boost.