Should Have Antique Plates

Today is the third day of commuting on the new-antique bike. Yesterday, at a slow corner on the bike path, a man coming the other way on one of those crazy folding bikes with tiny wheels flagged me down, evidently just to look at the Raleigh. "How many speeds do you have?", he asked. "At the moment", I replied, "four that work, and one that doesn't". "Wow", he said in a tone of voice I generally reserve for admiring large wooden boats built before the Hoover administration , "A Sturmey-Archer five...." Yessir. And 80% functional, too.