My friend John has a battered bike addiction. He buys old frames and old bike parts at antisocial hours on eBay. He is hooked on the adrenaline rush of the closing seconds of the auction, all for an ancient Rudge or historic Elswick. He also has a soft spot for retro Campagnolo, or Campag, parts. Is it any wonder why? I mean, look at them. Lumps of metal they may only be, but in their cold forged elegance is a pride in the art of engineering, in design, in Italian style when today’s products seem so fragile, so flimsy, so temporary. Here is a beauty that has longevity, solidity, permanence. And John gives it new life.