Sunday morning brought with it a warm and temperate start-the sort I’d been clamouring for. Folding Vittoria freshly aboard the Ma2 wheelset, this was the ideal opportunity for enjoying the Teenage Dream. Setting off along the lane it became immediately obvious the computer’s head mount battery had died-a minor irritation given the sun's warm caress but with each passing mile, I longed to know some indication of speed as I churned along on the 53x12. 
Traffic was surprisingly busy for mother’s day but mercifully free flowing and relatively placid with ready precession of horse riders, runners and cyclists of various orientations. Mine was a brisk twenty-mile loop narrowly missing some grass roots local racing. Even more frustrating when my little compact Fuji accompanies me wherever I go, safely zipped away in a jersey pocket ready for precisely these occasions. 
Still, doubtless it'll be one of many as the spring calender gathers momentum. As a ready reckoner, hunkered down on the Spinacci, I had to be averaging a steady twenty, maybe more at a cadence around 90 but had no way of validating this. 
Life’s full of little disappointments and these quickly evaporated hammering toward home my mind focused on the ride, the machine’s sprightly nature willing me faster in the spirit of ’91-even if tractors were conspicuous by their absence. The shorter Woodman stem was a shrewd move, placing me just the right side of stretched sheltering on the Spinacci. Having witnessed some of the racing action with his grandmother, Joshua was hoping to hear tales of my own racing glory- he has a vague construct of my profession but then children often place their parents on lofty pedestals 
Ego firmly in check, I speak with some candour of my not-so-glorious racing career concentrating on the fun, the thrills and the odd spill. Tall tales can be riveting, told with a sense of timing, pace and context but gilding the lily isn’t big and it’s certainly not clever. Neither is losing an expensive and moreover, very nice aluminium pump- in this case a Zefal HPX light which bridges the gap between the traditional frame fit and mini type perfectly. Knowing it delivers a very respectable 115psi makes the loss-or hopefully, misplacement all the more frustrating since I’d spent Saturday morning tidying the workshop, purging it of old cardboard boxes and other useless clutter. 
Rifling through my bedside drawer produced a compatible three- volt replacement battery for the wireless unit. Alas, I had mislaid the wheel circumference in order to calibrate the unit properly with a 24mm tyre. Generic listings on websites are useful rules of thumb but where possible, a precision measurement is always nicer...just remember to note it down in a safe place for next time.
On the subject of measurement, I fear said machines Ti railed perch may be too broad for me across the base. Design classic or otherwise 150m is 7mm wider than my ideal and over longer periods, turning higher cadences is causing some uncomfortable chafing on my inner right thigh. However, this may have more in keeping with a missing insole, which corrects a slight inequality in leg length.
Selling some unwanted kit through various websites has brought out Ebay chancers in their droves. These are easily spotted going for keenly priced stuff, haggling over the price-even postage while insisting they’ll only trade through pay pal or by direct credit transfer- neither of which I am prepared to entertain.
Cheque or postal orders mean it’s harder for monies to go missing and protects the purchaser-it’s also my way of teasing out true intentions. I’ve nothing against people earning a living /additional income through Ebay but when I put goods up for sale, they’re intended for folk who genuinely want and will enjoy them not persons looking to make a quick buck.
Last week I mentioned Paul (Vincent) s latest creation and here’s a photo showing off the twin tube design in all its glory. Fashioned from fillet-brazed Cro-moly, the down and seat tubes are from ¾” T45 while the remainder is dependable 1” Dedaciai. Interested? Paul is based in the south west of England and can be contacted through me in the first instance.
Traffic was surprisingly busy for mother’s day but mercifully free flowing and relatively placid with ready precession of horse riders, runners and cyclists of various orientations. Mine was a brisk twenty-mile loop narrowly missing some grass roots local racing. Even more frustrating when my little compact Fuji accompanies me wherever I go, safely zipped away in a jersey pocket ready for precisely these occasions. Still, doubtless it'll be one of many as the spring calender gathers momentum. As a ready reckoner, hunkered down on the Spinacci, I had to be averaging a steady twenty, maybe more at a cadence around 90 but had no way of validating this. Life’s full of little disappointments and these quickly evaporated hammering toward home my mind focused on the ride, the machine’s sprightly nature willing me faster in the spirit of ’91-even if tractors were conspicuous by their absence. The shorter Woodman stem was a shrewd move, placing me just the right side of stretched sheltering on the Spinacci. Having witnessed some of the racing action with his grandmother, Joshua was hoping to hear tales of my own racing glory- he has a vague construct of my profession but then children often place their parents on lofty pedestals Ego firmly in check, I speak with some candour of my not-so-glorious racing career concentrating on the fun, the thrills and the odd spill. Tall tales can be riveting, told with a sense of timing, pace and context but gilding the lily isn’t big and it’s certainly not clever. Neither is losing an expensive and moreover, very nice aluminium pump- in this case a Zefal HPX light which bridges the gap between the traditional frame fit and mini type perfectly. Knowing it delivers a very respectable 115psi makes the loss-or hopefully, misplacement all the more frustrating since I’d spent Saturday morning tidying the workshop, purging it of old cardboard boxes and other useless clutter. Rifling through my bedside drawer produced a compatible three- volt replacement battery for the wireless unit. Alas, I had mislaid the wheel circumference in order to calibrate the unit properly with a 24mm tyre. Generic listings on websites are useful rules of thumb but where possible, a precision measurement is always nicer...just remember to note it down in a safe place for next time.On the subject of measurement, I fear said machines Ti railed perch may be too broad for me across the base. Design classic or otherwise 150m is 7mm wider than my ideal and over longer periods, turning higher cadences is causing some uncomfortable chafing on my inner right thigh. However, this may have more in keeping with a missing insole, which corrects a slight inequality in leg length.Selling some unwanted kit through various websites has brought out Ebay chancers in their droves. These are easily spotted going for keenly priced stuff, haggling over the price-even postage while insisting they’ll only trade through pay pal or by direct credit transfer- neither of which I am prepared to entertain.
Cheque or postal orders mean it’s harder for monies to go missing and protects the purchaser-it’s also my way of teasing out true intentions. I’ve nothing against people earning a living /additional income through Ebay but when I put goods up for sale, they’re intended for folk who genuinely want and will enjoy them not persons looking to make a quick buck.
Last week I mentioned Paul (Vincent) s latest creation and here’s a photo showing off the twin tube design in all its glory. Fashioned from fillet-brazed Cro-moly, the down and seat tubes are from ¾” T45 while the remainder is dependable 1” Dedaciai. Interested? Paul is based in the south west of England and can be contacted through me in the first instance.