Sunday evening at Temple Meads I got chatting to the rider of a rather nice 1990s Bob Jackson. Lug lining and carriage lining that was clearly hand painted but still neat. He'd just got back from a tour from Shropshire, starting Wednesday, and was now heading back to London on the train. A good way to spend a long weekend. Then I noticed he had no bar tape! Bare metal bars! What hipster nightmare was this? His hands must be bruised to pulp! "I got the bike together and finished packing on Wednesday morning" he said, pulling a roll of tape out of his bar bag. "I'm going to tape up the bars on the train so I can at least ride across London in comfort." He had, however, found the time to put a bit of tape (expensive Newbaum's cotton cloth stuff) round the edges of his bottle cages to stop them rattling.