I’m an Egyptian-blue semi-retired Giant CFR (…Pro) from the late 90s who’s spent many a year locked in a dark garage.
You can imagine my delight then when I was airlifted to the sunny South of France a few years ago. My jockey wheels were positively jangling at the prospect of riverside rides at sunset with my new owner in Aquitaine – sharing tarmac with trim Peugeots from the noughties.
I’d heard much about the warm climate and smooth-as-a-top-tube tarmac in France from some ex-Tour de Francers.
Admittedly I was a bit hurt when my last owner’s wife spitefully gave me away during the divorce – an undignified scenario for a fine specimen like myself. I couldn’t believe my luck though when it transpired I’d be moving to France with my new owner.
Unfortunately, he’s a typical fair-weather rider. He often forgets to flip me over before leaving me for months on end, my spokes haven’t been straightened in years and when my handlebar tape came loose last year he used basic Scotch Sellotape to fix it. The shame. I daren’t imagine the state of my derailleurs. I quite often let my air out for literally no reason in protest. In truth, our relationship revolves around him bashing me with the wrong tools until he’s covered in my oil with sore extremities.
Nonetheless, I’m very grateful to be here, so I thought I’d give you other bikes a glimpse into my new home in the Dordogne to entice you out here.
If you’re keen on seeing the Dordogne with your own carbon eyelets, I’m told that the cyberspace tool ‘Much Better Adventures’ has made it all very easy. You just get your owner to state dates, group size and preferences and then local specialists around here will come back to you guys with tailored offers. Give it a bash for free here.
Ps. If there are any Peugeot Urbanite 2.0s in the Lalinde area who are in to heavy pedalling reading this out there… ring your bell.