I too think the finish of your bike is the nicest, if I had known about it I certainly would have bought one if available.
Today I did series of rides on my B for the first time in the rain, not sure how I’ve managed to avoid riding in the rain having owned it for over a year. Anyway I was ill prepared and I got wet. I had to stop at a cafe for a bacon sandwich to console myself.
Thanks! Not sure how long they've been doing the black lacquer for; think the original, un-tinted raw finish was introduced around the 2015ish..? Flame lacquer also came later and they've released a green one this year, which I personally don't like a whole lot but each to their own.
Sorry to hear of your ordeal; sounds like you've made a full recovery however! I'd advise that you get a thumb up inside the rear of the seatpost tube from underneath to clear out the seatpost-scrapy-grot that will likely have accumulated due to the wet.
My Brommie has a plain lacquer finish (- it's one of the old super light ti models). I got it in 2015 and have done five tours on it and lots of riding in-between. No signs of corrosion yet!!
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Very nice! I'd not expect the ti models to suffer the same sub-finish corrosion problems since it behaves differently to steel (oxide is passive and doesn't spread).
Great choice of bag too...on balance I'm still liking mine although the lack of immediate access is frustrating; especially as the seasons change and I potentially need more frequent access to clothing and lights..
Wafter, on bikes that use a chain pusher to shift sprockets, the tensioner wheel slides from one side to another to line up with the sprockets. Both my bikes, the 2010 and the P line have this tensioner and mine have benefitted from a little smear of molten wax on the part the jockey wheel slides back and forth. Seems quieter.
Thanks for clarifying. As it happens I lubed these with a light synthetic grease when I stripped them. I think this should be fine as these surfaces seem pretty well protected from the elements.. however if I find any grit ingress when next stripped I'll maybe chuck some wax in
Not a lot has gone on with the bike over the past week or so. It did get a pseudo-commute into the centre of the city on Saturday for a friend's birthday; allowing me to sidestep both the usual traffic as well as the "pleasure" of trying to drive / park anywhere near the city centre.
In the before-times I'd probably have driven to Botley and walked or got the bus from home... either of which would have taken longer and sucked more than taking the B.
As usual the bike did well and garned quite a lot of attention. A mate's mum reckons Andrew Ritchie of Brompton fame lives close to her in Summertown - which checks out. I resisted the urge to provide a shopping list of flaws I'd like addressing...
The past two days' commutes have been polar-opposites. Yesterday's was haunted by decline - both in myself mentally and physically as well as the marked change in the seasons; a noticeable autumnal chill hanging in the air on the way in and cold / rain / dark on the way back from a subdued pub trip.
I'd have preferred to have stayed in bed rather than get out on the bike and the day was dogged by thoughts of how I'll cope with the harshness of winter if the coolness at the end of August was already giving me cold feet.
Stuff got no better when I got home late last night for various reasons and I begrudgingly awoke this morning after far less sleep than ideal; not at all looking forward to a repeat of yesterday.
I left late, which was compounded by getting stuck behind some knobhead at the rounabout near where I park. Usually the entrance to the rounabout is two lanes (straight across and right; where I wanted to go) but is now down to one. Said bloke was in front of me at the roundabout's entrance and could have shuffled over a bit to give me access to the free inside lane of the roundabout, but after a pathetic token gesture once I'd made him aware of where I needed to go, sat there indignently and only moved once the massive column of traffic had also begun to creep painfully forward.
Once finally parked I was swiftly out on the bike; my wearyness replaced by enraged, defiant energy as I flew down the outside of the crawling traffic; offering a choice hand gesture to the bloke who'd held me up as I passed at speed and taking some smug satisfaction in the knowledge that he'd remain stuck in that miserable convoy long after I'd made my way onto the leafy green escape of the tow path.
While travelling up the hill from Yarton I'd caught up, and held level with someone on the cycle path on an e-bike; once we reached the downhill they rapidly disappeared behind me. Once on the tow path I became aware of someone relatively close behind me (I assumed the e-bike had caught up) and given the lack of passing opportunity put in some effort to avoid holding them up. The speed felt good and I found myself smashing it; hitting 18-19mph on occasion when there was nobody else around and maintaining a decent 14.5-15mph average.
As usual I used the bell liberally and with plenty of distance; making sure people were aware I was there and giving them as much room as possible when passing. This worked well for the most part - other than with some particularly detached jogger who, thanks to his earphones only recognised my presence once I was passing him; and then spectacularly failed to control his dog out infront on its lead - which came close to getting squashed as a result. I try to be accommodating and respectful of those around me but it's bloody irritating when I have to practically stop to accommodate other peoples' total lack of situational awareness...
My significantly-higher-than-usual speed goaded me on to stay on it for the rest of the journey and I got to work with time to spare after an uncharacteristically fast trip; managing a mean of 14.5mph in comparison to the previous high of 13.3mph. Unsurprisingly my mean HR was significantly higher too, at 75% of max compared to the 64% of the last fastest trip and sedate 60% average.
Upon arrival I felt fantastic; however now the post-ride-endorphines and caffeine are dissipating I'm starting to ache and feel the cold again.. However, objectively I remain greatful for the positive outlet for my frustration, practical opportunity for some decent exertion and acknowledgement that I'm not quite dead yet