Father’s Day

 My kids must love me. Not only did they go off for a sleepover last Saturday night, allowing me some bike tinkering time on Father’s Day morning, when they returned they gave me this rather beautiful Paul Smith wallet. I’m not sure how they managed that on a combined pocket money of £6 a week but let’s gloss over that for now (thanks mum!)

I love the way it’s totally understated on the outside – only the fine purple thread hinting at what lies within – before becoming totally personal on the inside. A ragged collection of bike parts becomes an elegant affirmation of the owner’s interests, and will always be kept close. And you know what? Keeping this in a jersey pocket instead of in my jeans pocket will mean that it doesn’t get crushed, scuffed and worn out like many previous wallets.

Thanks Boys. Keep Riding.