Rach has been cramping my style lately, with three weekends off in a row I haven't had much time in the man-cave to potter and play with bikes. So this weekend, off to work she went and I spent my time well.

Stano and Eddy have both donated bikes to me lately, resting assured that I of all people will cherish their poorly velocopedes, transforming them back to their former glory. So that's what I did over the weekend. No new paint, no blemishes removed, just a complete dismantle, polish, broken part replacement (I knew those four quilled stems of different diametres would come in handy one day), grease/oil change and reassembly; ready for full sized humans to once again grace their saddles without fear of their lives.

Of course the Cyclops is a beautiful beast (and the only bike I own that I can comfortably ride around inside the house), but the SuperStyle is a REAL Amsterdam bike, complete with shop stickers from the beautiful city. The stories that bike could tell!!