26by25's bike (which was once a member of the SAS you know) put his survival and old age down to rubbing one particular ointment on his headset and frame:
'Vicks,' he said, letting out a puff of smoke, 'cold or no cold. It worked for me in the Borneo and the Suez. That and a touch of grease on the old front mech, though the wife wasn't too pleased at first.'
The old fellow went on reminiscing on an old leather sofa, 'Then again, who's she to talk? At least I don't need bloody figs to keep my rear derailleur working, silly old moo.'