the known universe, apart from the position of head taster in a pork pie factory, riding bikes to write about them – rather than for fun – can have its moments. Most of these are the predictable burps, especially where old bikes are concerned. Sometimes, for example, the bike in question simply refuses to run. We all know the feeling. They just do not feel like making the effort to get out there and be entertaining. Or at least interesting. I once remarked (as a joke) that the true mark of a true classic is that it refuses
