Retro steel love

Poor grandad bike has been neglected of late. Left alone, hidden in a shed with flat tyres since last autumn.

Why I don't ride this bike more often I know not. For he is just magic. Even with two working gears and twenty year old rubber, he still makes me smile.

It was a late evening steady 10 miles, passing in and out of rain showers, riding for the love and precisely no other reason.