Roadie roadie suck dead toadie

I've been busy in the garage building up a new bike, mainly from bits & pieces bought from or donated by mates. I reckon I have procured bits from around a dozen people to build this up, and the only things bought new were cables, outers and bartape. The frame itself looks a bit dog-eared but is a lovely lugged-steel Abeni, made by a Sydney builder in (probably) the early 80's. I need to take some lug-porn shots for the traditionalists, although they are probably recoiling in horror at the thought of non-period componentry bolted to a classic frame.

It may look familiar. It was initially built up as a singlespeed roadie, my entrance into the skinny-wheeled world

Then it inherited some fetching pink wheels & a sense of style to become my pub fixie

Occasionally suffering the indignaties of fasion when I felt like playing 'dress-up'

Now it's back the way that nature intended and, once I get the positioning finalised, should allow me to cover some distance and explore the local highways & byways a bit more.

Until I decide to rebuild it again that is.