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Seeing as a few folks are getting on bikes at the moment, I thought I'd drag this one back from the graveyard......
I once lived in a big flat were one entire room was given over to bikes. We had them hanging like sardines all down one wall, and a full workshop down the other. There was around 15 bikes between only three of us, we ended up giving nearly all of them names - it was the only practical thing to do.
All the local kids would bring us their bikes to get them fixed, and the place became known locally as 'Cog'.
Currently I've got two bikes, so they don't really need names.
My favourite of the five I had previously was the Abbott. Its still out there being ridden by the friend of a friend - tall, black and distinguished with a rather stately air - the bike not the rider...... |