It does look very much like the same frame Foxy👍
I’m pretty sure that Raleigh bike frames were made in the UK during the 70’s. They certainly had a solid reputation and were very popular back in the day. Very durable too as your pictures show.
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Yes, I was particularly interested in the lugs on the frame for the derailleur and rear brakes, also the threaded hole in the forks for a lamp. They were the things I spotted all those years ago that made me think it was a racing frame.
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That’s a great question. I think I’d go back to a simple day with my family — maybe a holiday or weekend when everything just felt peaceful and happy. Sometimes you don’t realize those are the “good old days” until they’re gone.
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It would be the 1970’s for me.
We were building our business up & had developed a good social life.
A busy time but so happy.
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Having just got married in 1972, walking into our house for the first time and closing the front door to the world. It was ours, no one elses but ours. After all the worry about saving up enough for the deposit- the wedding and reception. the house was ours. We could let in or not anyone we chose. best feeling ever.
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If I had to live my life over. There are small time frames I would take out ( like 30 minutes here and there). But would want the end result to be the same as where I am now.
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We also got married in October 1972 @realspeed and moved into our own house in August 1973…Where we still live to this day…
Yep, same here Robin, I have been criticised for being too satisfied and content with my life. But I’ve done some stuff and seen some places over the years…If I departed this world tomorrow I wouldn’t regret a single thing.
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March 4 in 1972 was our wedding day and it was snowing I remember. Not my idea but the boss insisted before I got another year older
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It wasn’t very warm on our wedding day. Frosty with the sun breaking through a misty morning.
We are a rare breed to still be together after all these years realspeed…Not you and me obviously…
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July 94, thats the evening I first tore my cartilage in my knee. The dogs came running up the slipway from their swim in the river, heading straight at me with water flying off their long coats. I whipped round to get out of the way and ripped the cartilage, I didn’t know I’d done that, thought I’d pulled a muscle but it was agony and straight away the hospital yanked me in for keyhole surgery to remove the bits. That was the start of my operations and nothing but pain and hassle ever since.
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Back to October last year. I would stop getting up on the bus until it stopped. Then I wouldn’t bang my knee on the seat in front and wouldn’t have arthritis in my knee now
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If I could turn back time, I would go back to the year 2000, the year I fell in love with my husband. We supported each other through everything.
It feels so far away from where I am now, in this year just me, loneliness, and the strength I must gather to keep going.
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