Meet Molly. She's been a faithful steed for my family since being purchased out of the back door of a wholesale bike part warehouse in Bristol in 1996.
For a while she was my dad's. Then my mum's. Then she languished in the garage for a while, because my sister and I got to the stage where my dad needed to ride his road bike to keep up.
The N+1 philosophy took hold, and she was relegated to my grandfather's shopping and recreation bike due to diminishing space in the garage (I think she was number 8 at that point).
Then, I got knocked off my road bike around the same time my grandfather bought a new bike, and I needed something to do my shopping on. My very own retro bike! She arrived in a sorry state, brake pads wonkier than Bill Clinton's morals, more cobwebs than a Spiderman convention and handlebars so narrow my hands touched in the middle. But that's all OK, I've always wanted to own an Italian bike!
I replaced her tyres, cables, bars (up to a whopping 600mm), stem, seat, grips and shifters. Good as new!
Er, that was a bit longer than I expected it to be. I apologise, it's 2am and I've only been awake about 10 hours (Student life).
(All original apart from handlebars, stem, shifters, saddle and grips)
22" Alpinestars ASR140 frame (still too small, f**k being 6'8")
Alivio derailleurs and crank (Not the explodey one)
Acera-X hubs (not pictured, my slicks are on those wheels)
C-Star cheapo flexy canti brakes and levers
FSA 600mm bars and Ridgeback 120mm stem
'Monsoon' ebay special friction shifters (because friction shifters>grip shifters)
Tioga Factory XC tyres
Bonus family photo, featuring as yet unnamed 29er (modern bikes are awesome but have no soul), Fred and Molly.
I'll shut up now.