Back in the 90′s, before most of you were born, yours truly Dino Borelli flirted very briefly with a little Triathlon around the Waikato region. I puffed my through a lot of sprint-length Tris, some Olympic distance ones, eventually admitting I totally sucked at the Swimming component and didn’t particularly enjoy gargling cow-shed run-off in the Waikato river so gave it up to focus on the wonders of Cycling.
I bought the pictured O’Brien 653 Reynolds frame from my mate Rene who managed then Pinn’s Cycles in Hamilton. The Pinn’s guys built it up for me using some new components, and some borrowed from my old Bosomworth (fabulous name, and a nice bike, wish I’d kept it) and I had the frame painted in the Z-Team colours as at the time I was a fan of the mighty Greg Le Mond (my first, last and likely only American idol).
Resplendent in it’s retro livery I spent many a Sunday bunch-ride and work lunch-hour abusing the eye-sockets of fellow riders. Eventually the bikes running gear fell into disrepair and I had also discovered the wonders of powered cycles. Thus, tragically the O’Brien steadily gathered dust at the back of the car-port with the only thing protecting it from complete annihilation being the excess of chain-oil from its final few rides.
With my recent change in employment status (another story perhaps) and following a couple of weeks of watching of the relatively drug-news-free Tour de France and Vuelta a España I got a terrible case of the guilts. Subsequently I set aside an entire day of sub-employment to strip down and deep clean the old girl and prep it for conversion to single-speed as all the cool kids (myself obviously included) seem to be doing.
The bare frame and rims were shuttled down to Cycle Time on Kahikeatea Drive in Hamilton, a quick chat with one of the mechanics and a couple of days later the bike you see in the photo above was back in my hot little hands. Lost the 53t chain-ring and all but one sprocket on the cassette (now a 42×16). Original free-wheel hub is still there as I aint manly enough to go fixed-wheel, at least not yet. Had a tensioner pulley fitted as the drop-outs not suitable to allow for chain adjustment etc, had new handle-bar tape and hood covers fitted, dropped a pair of bullet-proof 23mm diameter tires on her, replaced the brake-pads, and now she’s all good to go.
All I gotta do know is pluck up the courage to get on the roads in the morning and get a few commutes under my belt to the new job. Watch out Hamilton… here comes Z-Team !!!