Bike nostalgia
Bike nostalgia
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- mikotondria30
Proper old school Chopper, bitches. With the extended seat pad.
A right pig to ride - the thing weighed more than I did. Unstable and difficult to control at low speeds, positively refused to go up many hillls.
Wild and dangerous over rough terrain especially downhill. Had some awful accidents hammering down unmade roads down steep hills. It would always wait until the very bottom and look for a nasty bush or a jagged fence or filthy ditch. Then it would very slowly tip back and the useless little front wheel would leave the ground and I would go hammering into whatever painful obstacle it had seen. The cranks had a terrible tendency to bend and render the thing immobile, in the rain, miles from home, as their filthy, bloodied owners tried to push them home, late for a cold supper, and no sympathy.
Straight up those stairs into the bath. Get out into the freezing cold with only a threadbare faded towel.
Fucking thing.
I loved it then but I realised after years of bike therapy that I hate it, and it has scarred me.- < my first bike was this, but with flowers on the seat (my sisters). I hated it so much.monNom