Here is a pictorial testimant to my unshakable belief that new bikes will somehow overcome no talent. After 20 episodes of hiring bikes for a few months (ownership is too strong a word really), it is probably time to challenge this theory.
There’s all sorts in there, full suspension boutique lovelies costing thousands of pounds, crap old singlespeeds, expensive new singlespeeds, many, many hardtails that look almost exactly the same, which is why – I assume – I had three of those AT THE SAME TIME 😉 There’s almost no niche or genre not fully covered here.
I have tried to lay them out in chronological order but it’s been a bit of a battle with the old cerebral compost to try and remember what, when and – most difficult – why. If you click on the images, there’s a best guess. In another doomed attempt to rationalise my insanity, I’ve included pithy comments on the try/buy/discard strategy.
Don’t click further unless you want to see the many good and decent bikes that have briefly bobbed in the raging torrent of fiscal irresponsibility that is my bike buying fervor.
Rode this for nearly two years and then..
Bought a hardtail… then sold the Superlight and
Bought another hardtail (Ti) which I hated so
Bought an old frame while pissed and decided to jump on singlespeed bandwagon but
Felt probably should get a proper one. It’s all gone a bit mad now, bikes flying in every month
Including this Ti Inbred, my third singlespeed and I didn’t like it much either.
So I put gears on the first one and bought the Spot
Which was lovely but, on reflection, lacked the gears I craved.
Back to full suss bikes after a back pummeling Welsh weekend. The ISIS was fine, in a kind of uninteresting, hinged in the middle kind of way.
Chasing more niches, I bought the back half of a road bike with some normal bars. This made alot of people laugh.
Then I sold some of the herd of 80mm travel hardtails and bought the DMR. Which was great. Took it everywhere, did some street riding on it, took it to chicky and then just when I really learned how to ride it – and because I’m an idiot – I sold it.
In between I bought a proper jump bike for no cash. Had lots of fun and falls on this.
Then my back gave up but I didn’t want to so the Stinky had a few months of being launched off things and roundly abused by anyone who rode it.
Then back to little jump bikes again. This one was bent when I got it as was the replacement. So instead
I bought the little DMR trailstar which I still have but not before splashing out oodles of cash for the Turner 5-Spot.
This bike has given me more smiles per pound that any of the others.
Mad, London commuter. Crashed into the side of a car and didn’t even scratch it tho. Damaged the car quite impressively.
Lovely, lovely Cotic soul. Not so lovely accident where I opened my knee and – rather unfairly – never forgave the bike so it had to go.
As opposed to brutal, dangerous and insanely competent. The bike not me that I borrowed off a friend and it got me off the log drop at chicky. After far too long neshing it.
So happy with that, I went out and bought one. I actually put my back out moving it for this photo. It’s not light.
And another hardtail to finish. Spookily like a number I’ve already had and sold. Sums it all up really.
Is there a therapy group I can join?