“There’s not one screw or spoke worthy of saving on that bike” was the damning verdict on my latest acquisition.
“Huh!” was my reply, as I leaned it against the fence (two years ago).
As you can see, dead bikes in my garden are now becoming a bit of a habit. I aspire to ride one, one day. Problem is those that are given to me always have issues – flat tyres, defunct brakes, total unroadworthiness. Ah well, who really needs a pergola festooned with curlicues, a romantic rose covered arbour or a bit of overpriced trellis when you can use an old bike instead.