As requested by Davis/d(e), witness the bike in its final post-rebuild state, as photographed during a blissful crack in the otherwise uniform cloud cover over George Square on Monday evening. Click away for a bigger version.
During this rebuild I’ve gone a bit bike-geekish (quelle surprise! I hear you say), and while surfing for cycle componentry porn I came across the tongue-in-cheek rules for The Game. In short, you try to reel in or accelerate away from other cyclists on your daily commute and score/lose points based on your position in the cycling food chain. Where am I in this taxonomy of bikers? I asked myself. Well, I learned some new words as I worked it out: I am a fakenger, a missenger or a posenger. So there we are. I should’ve slung my messenger bag in the picture for added irony/homage/urbanism or something.
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Dear Lord. You are now actively trying to get peeps to stop reading your blog.