No pics at the moment but memories:
Mk2 Black Soul – Rode everywhere on that thing. It ended up being called Anneke, after Anneke van Giersbergen because I just eneded up singing to myself when riding it. 2 main rides stand out:
Grenserittet XC race in Norway. Lots of carbon obsessed Norwegians alarmed at the use of a steel bike.
24 Solo champs at Newcastleton. Buggered my v expensive FS bike the day before the start. Rode 24 hours on the Soul which was a standby bike. Not a hint of back pain throughout. Never stopped smiling. The bike died after about 7000 miles and is much missed. It never once spat me off.
Currently got an Escapade (Deirdre): Heavy. Comfy. Goes everywhere. Done 2 x 100 mile rides this year on it, the last one a bunch of us did hungover, the day after a friend’s funeral. Very attached to it as a result.
There’s something about those Cotic bikes that gets inside you. They ride like memory of your favourite bike you had as a kid. All skids, jumps and laughter.