Punk Rock Bike Club

After three very hard years of ownership, my Trek 1000 has finally given up the ghost. This was my commuter/winter bike, and it has been through a lot. Crashed into by a deaf (and apparently blind) octogenarian, crashed into by an inattentive Jaguar driver, crashed by me every winter because of black ice, knocked over by my clumsy (but lovely) girlfriend, you get the idea.

Riding to work last week I noticed a distinct wobble when getting up out of the saddle, and on further inspection I discovered this:That’s about as terminal as it gets, I think. On the plus side, it has given me an opportunity to make a quality investment in my future transport. All will be revealed after I get back from France, did I mention I was going to France? To Mont Ventoux? To watch Le Tour de France? That’s right. You’re as green as Mark Cavendish’s sprinter’s jersey, eh?