A thing of beauty

In a rare moment of mechanical inspiration I fixed the gears on my new old bike and this weekend took her on her maiden voyage with all five gears! There were hills and sun and as I reached the crest of the hill and looked out over the loch at Leckmelm, four boys in a Ford Escort tore past and shouted ‘Moooeaayyyrrrooyyaaaaaarff!’ at me (or something else indistinguishable at speed) which just goes to show that, wherever you are, woman with fat bottom + bicycle = garrulous¬†fuckwits in cars.

Ah, maybe they have never known the joy of tearing down the hill, wind in your hair, trousers caught in the chain…

No more – I have a chain guard!

New Steed