The 1972 Galmozzi. Angelo Galmozzi didn't date or number his frames. I accepted the fact that this was a '72 because the seller thought it was. It. Ain't. It is possibly up to ten years older. The pictures of another 1972 and late 1960s Galmozzis have the bottom cable guides brazed on, no head badge and other subtle differences. So the carefully selected components are quite likely the wrong date. One way of looking at this is that that probably saved me a little money.
|Really discerning eyes will note that I did find World Championship bar tape, and I rerouted the brake cables to the traditional Italian right-hand front brake setup.|
The fishing books and equipment are a bit of a red herring; that is, I don't actually fish much, but I enjoy reading about it, particularly the fly fishing books.
Bags and baskets. A folding table for company, which is as close to a workbench as I have out there right now.
The print I received from my daughter. And some old inherited rods and reels - the oldest pushing the century mark.
A magazine rack the Old Man made when he ran away from Ma and was living at the cabin by Geneva Lake. It is a very inefficient use of space, but the size is about right ... and I had it. Which is sometimes the driver.