Harry potterism of building bikes

There is something funny and fascinating about the whole culture of craftmanship around building bikes. First of all, there is no internet here. If I need to find someone to measure and bore the engine I will not find that person by googling it. They way these masters are found is by knowing someone, who knows someone who knows a person with a beard like Dumbledore and a skill of resurrecting engines that are know to be dead for decades.

These dumbledores can be found in addresses like seven and half of a street that probably is not on a map. After finding the building there will be about dozen iron doors with no signs of what so ever, so one needs to be good at guessing, have a guide or go knocking on all the doors until the right one is found. When the right one is found there will be someone speaking in dialect barely understandable to anyone who was not born on a bike - and he will be asking who sent you. If you answer that question right you may be granted access to dungeon of parts, tobacco smoke, machinery and bikes that are so hand made and customised I'm willing to believe they are constructed atom by atom.

So cool.

Pic not related but the whole blog looks so damn boring if there are no pics in the posts. This is from Norrtälje show in May 2015. Or was it June.