Genesis flyer-called White Lightening, is a unwashed, neglected commuter tramp of a bike
Jekyll MTB-called Blue Thunder, a homage to my 1st and last car, a gutless 1.1L Mk2 Escort of the same name
Mercian-called George, simple, understated British reserve (well apart from the spangly gold lug lining
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Denti-called Al, see what I did there...
Not only do they have names, I talk to them regularly and am hopelessly sentimental about each one and the memories we've had together. I apologise for taking George and Al out in the rain or along a less than smooth road surface, mention how lucky they are to be out in the sunshine, empty promises of cleaning and lubing. We even strike deals that if they get me over the next big hill I promise I'll find them a pretty lady bike to lean against at the next stop etc. Its fair to say I'm smitten with my bikes and still yearn for a bigger family, my family think the love is insanity and suggest a cull. Pfft what do they know, I don't care what they think, I can't even remember most of their names