RedRider
Pulling through
- Location
- Location Embrocation
It never had a name, always just 'my bike' but we looked after each other and went some places.
We got to know the back lanes of Kent together, rode the Dock Rd in Liverpool, topped Holme Moss and took the Woodhead Pass on glorious car free roads, went to Oxford and Cambridge, took the sea air in Brighton, rode that ridge out of Lincoln with the Red Arrows playing above and we got to know London more, with it's shortcuts and backways.
I forgot to lock it on Tuesday.
We used to go the pub together, the museum, theatre, gig, to work and to hospital when I had that operation, and always there at the end of the day to get me home. My bike was there when I was down and and when up.
I was distracted
Not the lightest beast around nor the most obviously beautiful, but the black H Plus Son rims with silver spokes/hubs looked good on it and the White Industries free wheel sprocket used to sing. When I married those Deda Newton Deep Drops to it's unusually long top tube, my god we were like hand in glove. We wore out two Arione saddles together, the third was in place. The front rim wore out too so it was back to the original black spokes and Surly hub upfront.
I was meeting a client at the Aylesbury Medical Centre, in Thurlow St, Southwark, I was distracted for a moment. I forgot to lock.
The paintwork was a bit tired so I was thinking of getting a powder coat done, thinking grass green on a summer's day might suit.
But it was gone when I got out the GPs.
The police know about it, I've added a pic and description to the stolen bike website, I've put a reward for return, I've been checking bikeshd and findthatbike for online sales, I've been round the bikeshops on a loan bike looking out and my lbs is going to tweet a pic.
I hope we meet again someday but whatever happens, thanks for all the times.
With apologies for all the sentimental prose, my Surly Steamroller...
We got to know the back lanes of Kent together, rode the Dock Rd in Liverpool, topped Holme Moss and took the Woodhead Pass on glorious car free roads, went to Oxford and Cambridge, took the sea air in Brighton, rode that ridge out of Lincoln with the Red Arrows playing above and we got to know London more, with it's shortcuts and backways.
I forgot to lock it on Tuesday.
We used to go the pub together, the museum, theatre, gig, to work and to hospital when I had that operation, and always there at the end of the day to get me home. My bike was there when I was down and and when up.
I was distracted
Not the lightest beast around nor the most obviously beautiful, but the black H Plus Son rims with silver spokes/hubs looked good on it and the White Industries free wheel sprocket used to sing. When I married those Deda Newton Deep Drops to it's unusually long top tube, my god we were like hand in glove. We wore out two Arione saddles together, the third was in place. The front rim wore out too so it was back to the original black spokes and Surly hub upfront.
I was meeting a client at the Aylesbury Medical Centre, in Thurlow St, Southwark, I was distracted for a moment. I forgot to lock.
The paintwork was a bit tired so I was thinking of getting a powder coat done, thinking grass green on a summer's day might suit.
But it was gone when I got out the GPs.
The police know about it, I've added a pic and description to the stolen bike website, I've put a reward for return, I've been checking bikeshd and findthatbike for online sales, I've been round the bikeshops on a loan bike looking out and my lbs is going to tweet a pic.
I hope we meet again someday but whatever happens, thanks for all the times.
With apologies for all the sentimental prose, my Surly Steamroller...