TLDR: I’m old. It’s old. We both creak.
resurrecting the simplest bike I last rode as a daily back in the 90’s, before fatherhood and work took away my daily joy.
58 cm frame given to me by Dick Ploog, former Australian champion track rider, with a shitty rattle can brown paint job and stickers and parts from the spares bin so nobody would steal it.
OG Shimano 600 brakes. Because I’m too old to ride without brakes now.
Original Cinelli 13cm stem and 44 cm handlebars. Noodly, wide, and still good.
OG DuraAce seatpost. Coolest component on the bike.
$12 saddle from… idk.
Velocity 36 hole aero rims, 3 cross rear, radial front.
I used to run this with a 1950’s Czech ‘favorit’ coaster hub with a funky 3 twisted spoke rear wheel, with a glued-on continental single.
These days, it’s 19 mm clincher tyres by Maxxis. I hear you youngsters now run gravel bikes tyres.
Pffft. There’s simply nothing like a 100 psi tyre blowing out like a gunshot.
42 x 17 gearing, which my right knee says is too tall, and my left says is too easy.
Cranks are Japanese. Pedals are old mtb pedals.
I’m slower than I used to be. But every ride is one more chance to enjoy being alive and feeling free again.
creak, creak, creak
by Lint_baby_uvulla
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Grampas are mandated to have springs on their saddle, I’m told