Last December I was talking to a man in a pub. No surprise at all really. The pub was the Grove Inn, the man was Christy Herron, whose band have played there a time or several. The conversation was about bicycles.Specifically his Dad’s bikes. And I bought one of them. ‘Cos I was in deep need of another bike of course. I mean, I did not own an Italian made bike, did I? Deprived, I felt. A couple of weeks later I went to see the bike, Christy brought it around to my place in the boot of his car. There was one tyre on the bike that might have held air, both tyres were shedding rubber in the gentle outdoor breeze. Not encouraging for a ride across Leeds.
I did take some photographs at the time, but did little else except shove it in the spare bedroom. And saw it every day, occasionally doing little bits at it. Cables came off because they will be replaced anyway, outers as well. The outer cables were red, which might have planted a seed in my mind. Discovered the front forks were not quite as they should be, hmmm. Odds and sods else. Red bar tape . . .
Wheels, there were two. The back wheel might have been original, Cinelli were, I think, the first bicycle maker to cast alloy onto steel (and/or cast iron). Common on motorbikes from the 1930s onwards. Cinelli cast alloy flanges onto steel hub centres, and I think I have one of those. The front wheel has a Woodrup sticker on it. A Mavic rim on an Atom hub.
First big decision then, and I did not hurry. After a week or three it seemed a good idea to go for modern wheels. So I did that, spread the rear triangle to accept the bigger back wheel and wandered into Woodrups to ask about straightening the forks. One day later I took the frame to them, ‘Can you sort out the forks, and how about a respray too?’ said I. And settled in to wait.