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I got a new bike at the weekend. It is a red one. I had to as my old bike, affectionately known as Triggers Broom on account that it had been smashed to bits by cars and me so many times I had replaced absolutely every single thing on the bike except the frame and the fork in the first year or so of owning it and countless times since (clarification if you need more is here), priced himself out of sure and certain resurrection with a broken seat post and shot brakes directly followed by a stolen back wheel.