So mine wasn’t. And neither was Ben’s.
But Eleanor’s bike was. The nicest bike for a lady.
But really, Holland Park bowls club was the place where every nice steel bike in Brisbane was hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. There were not a few Frezonis, lots Llewellyns, handfuls of Eric Hendrens, and Berrettos by the bushel.
And gorgeous track bikes, and superb road bikes from Italy, Britain, the US, and elsewhere around Australia.
And BMX to the max: PK Ripper, Mongoose et al. Really, for a bike nerd it was close to heaven.
So that was Sunday. I haven’t even begun to cover last Thursday night’s TdF social, which was a great super wonderful, contender for best-ever-party-organised-by-me-anyway. And Saturday night at Pushies Galore, which was kind of inspirational, and of which I have much audio recording to listen to, and edit.
So for a Monday bits and pieces post, this one is a bit too single subject. But there are other things which could be said, and may well be said later on.