After Friday’s epic today needed to be more sedate, so after a little reconstruction I decided to ride my oldest bike. Bob Jackson are located in Bramley, just outside Leeds, and their frames are still good value. This example is probably due a respray, but I haven’t yet managed to decide whether to retain its unusual finish or go for something new. The silver ‘transfers’ are actually stencils, and the dents and scratches are now almost too familiar to lose, tracing past infelicities and insults.

It rides pretty well, and its fork crown is a thing of beauty; lovely vented bottom-bracket shell too. The current build is a but mixed-up, but that’s just me all over, and what I had in the parts bin.