Mourn with me brothers and sisters of Bolo – my bike died.
I don’t really own a lot of stuff, and there’s still fewer things that I own that I’m really attached to. But I really loved that bike.
After eight years and 15,000 miles the aluminium tubes of my Klein Pulse Comp have finally parted company and it’s gone to the big velodrome in the sky.
It makes me feel a bit grim…
Man, that’s a serious event. Natural death, resale or termination by way of chav?
That’s harsh man. Harsh.