Trusty is back on the road once more, and the folks at Two Wheels Good, to give them their due, sorted out the rerailer fault for free, and threw in a repair of something else that needed replacing. I still have faith in my local.
And so reunited once more, this morning the steed and I passed another one of the amazing cycling characters that populate this city. Sporting a helmet of set white curls, she must have been in her seventies and was riding a fairly standard old sit-up-and-beg bike. However, it had been 'pimped' with neon spoke cards and a squeezy-ended brass horn. I would have wondered if she'd stolen it, or got on it in an episode of dementia, except that her outfit was equally eccentric: a bright red Columbo style mac over leopard print leggings, finished off with vintage nike high-tops. The whole effect was so amazing that I had to restrain to urge to shout "Will you be my Granny?" and high- five her as I overtook.
N.B. Seeing as my amazingly technosavvy actual Grandma is one of the stalwart readers of this blog, I need to make clear that the desire was for an extra, not a replacement, female grandparent. Though I'm happy to buy you some high-tops, Grandma, if you like. You could totally work them.