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It's all very well getting yourself the most perfect, desirable, make your mates want to kill you, s

It's all very well getting yourself the most perfect, desirable, make your mates want to kill you, set of wheels provided you don't want to use it. Hung up on the wall, all shiny and glossy, breathing odours of oil, grease and empty credit cards a snob bike's fine. Under your arse on the trails it's mostly OK. But what if you want to leave it anywhere?

Well you can't can you? You spend all that money and all most of your friends ever see you riding is your old street nail. And even that gets nicked sometimes.

The trouble is that scuzzballs who steal bikes mostly only want enough to buy a rock of crack. So bikes have got to look worse and worse. It's no good just having a cheap bike with a foul colour scheme and terminal halitosis, you've got to go way further than that.

Doddy believes in dents, tape and raggy saddles. Here he is preparing a street sleeper for Jo (they've nicked my bike again) Payne. Somewhere there's a fine line drawn between a bike that won't get nicked and one that will crack and dump you on your arse, in the middle of Monmouth Street.

Let's hope that Doddy is able to draw a fine line with a big hammer.

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