... and it was beautiful.
I got sunburnt, wet, beat up by my bike and then a little drunk. Was having far too much fun to concentrate on the camerawork. Mike had his first ride on an old Harley and I got my first ride on a superbike. I couldn't handle so many revs.
Rode back with the black power-ranger.
I have been out of the bicycle world for a couple of years now but I still have a couple of saved sellers on eBay and one just sold this for 10k. Crazy to think that you could get a K-model for that money but it must be one of the most beautiful bicycles I've seen.
1940s Alex Singer 56cm.
"Great bike from one of the greatest French makers of the Golden Age."
Bloody good trip.
One thousand miles, loads of beer, tasty fish, nine litres of oil (various grades), not nearly enough earplugs and 'best racer'.
Apart from a minor fuel blockage, my only problem was shearing all the rivets on the wheel sprocket leaving a bar on the last evening. Jeff found some wire and Irish Liam secured the sprocket back on. He did it, with his helmet on, all in the time it took to tell us about the local brothers who went to a scrap yard, took three skips away to fill up, cut up two, put them in the third, covered with a rug and sold the load back to the yard.
Thanks to the French and to everyone who rode there, partied and put up with my noisy exhaust.
I forgot to charge my camera but these are the few who were around during the 10 minutes of battery life..
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