After not biking for far too long I finally had a few days of good bikerides. We biked to Bundek one day and to Jarun the next.

This year, after decades of hiding, the old black bicycle has re-appeared in the shed. My sister had found a good bike mechanic in Cakovec (the guy rewired my dad’s overworked back wheel with motorcycle spokes – genius!) and got the bike working. Cakovec is apparently where it’s at as far as bikes are concerned. Last weekend my sister took the old bike to the Critical Mass ride. I wanted to take some photos of the ride but could not get there in time. Instead, I tried out riding the bike the next day.

Alas, I could not ride it! Apart from not being able to brake (I am sure there is a trick to it) the set-up was quite awkward. I kept hitting my hands and handlebars with my knees, the bike was just too small for me. I remember my grandfather, who was the original owner of this bike, to be quite tiny but apparently in the fifties, when he bought the bike, he was very tall. We think that the handlebars were adjusted much higher as the bike mechanic in Cakovec originally suggested we do. We don’t have the tools to readjust the handlebars at this time so a test ride will have to wait.