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Sigh..... Sturmey Archer, those were the days! Well, unless one was foolish enough to take one apart! There were two groups of kids when I grew up in Norway, those who swore by Sturmey Archer, and...

I don't ride much any more. Pity really.

For me, it's much like straight razor shaving, a nice bike (My dream bike was a Rivendell allrounder... never got one unfortunately) Brooks leather saddle...