On the club ride this morning somebody brought a bike that had been in the garage for twenty years, and he's just fished it out to get riding again.
It's a blue Woodrup, light as a feather, ten-speed Campag, beautiful down-tube shifters. A lovely, lovely thing, absolutely immaculate.
He was thinking of upgrading it to make the hills easier. I told him not to change a hair on its head but to do the Strade Bianche on it, and get an all-carbon shiney for club rides. n+1 is the one true way.