My beloved crappy bike broke down two weeks ago. they've served me well for over 3 years and i was pretty fucking attached to them. living in London without bike is a death sentence since i don't own a car and have developed a pretty strong dislike for public transport, so I spend a lot of time cycling from place to place.
In other words, I am now the proud owner of a Foffa bike! their main workshop is right behind my house and i've been drooling over their bikes for ages now. finally, a feather light frame, a Brooks saddle that holds my epic ass in all the right places, leather grips cuz I'm kinda gay, Cinelli track cranckset and Halo Twin rail courier tyres.
*doing the happy twat dance*