What, or where, or who with, is your moment of nostalgia, now that I've set you off?

Good question, Andre, one that prompted some fond reflections.  These cover a 15-year span, from 2010 to early November 2025, and range geographically from the Gaspé Peninsula in Québec to the Ottawa River just a few minutes ride from home; and there's a final anecdote from Remagen on the Rhine, from the years in between:

A few photos:

#1 below is taken at Forillon National Park on the south shore of the Gaspé in Aug 2010, at 04h17.  (The tip of the Gaspé is a looong way east, poking into what would otherwise be the Atlantic time zone.)  You've seen this, I know, but other readers may have not.

The sheer beauty of the sky accounts for my fond memory.

Jumping forward 15 years, here are two photos from our neighbourhood, taken on the afternoon of Nov 4 this year:

#2 is a weeping willow on the south shore of the Ottawa, a km or so from downtown.  There's a very brisk westerly blowing -- a nice tailwind for me and Freddie, my Mercury.

#3 is the sunset an hour-plus later, on the homeward leg of a 90-minute ride across the river and into the hills.  This is taken from a little overlook on our neighbourhood beach, about 6-7 minutes' ride from home.

These latter two qualify as "nostalgic", 'cos I had just returned home from a 6-month checkup on my left eye, following my surgery in April, and I'd received an "all OK".  And, this turned out to be my last ride of 2025:  a few days later, the weather closed in -- snow and cold.  We've had a lot of both since, plus freezing rain, wild swings of temperatures (from -25 to +10), etc.

Some people do ride bikes in such conditions, but I'm not one of them. After half a century-plus on motorcycles, and coming off only once (at slow speed on a gravel road in the summer of 1967, dodging a kid on his bike), I'm obsessive about traction.  (Same goes for 4-wheels: I have a 60-year no-claims bonus on my car insurance, so I don't drive on icy roads.)

And one other memory, for which I don't have a specific photo.  This one also involves a big river:  In Sept 2012, I was cycling from Amsterdam to Vienna via the Rhine & Danube.  At Remagen, site of a famous bridge across the Rhine, there was a plaque honouring the great Rudolf Caracciola, who won championships in the colossal M-B W125.  Of the bridge itself, only ruined pillars remain. 

This was one of a few a sobering moments on an otherwise hugely enjoyable solo journey alongside two splendid historical rivers.

There's a recent addendum that adds another layer to this memory:  A colleague in our bike-recycling organization was born into a family of German immigrants to Canada.  His dad had been conscripted into the Wehrmacht at the beginning of WW II.  Against the odds, he had survived the Eastern Front, and after the Allied invasion of Normandy, was sent to the Western Front.  (Obviously he survived that too, as otherwise my mate wouldn't have been able to tell me his story.) 

This is the story he told me:  His dad's platoon, about 30 young and hardened men in their 20s, had been camped on the eastern bank of the Rhine, just north of the bridge at Remagen.  After the US troops and armour had moved eastwards across the bridge, the platoon's sergeant noticed that the US forces, encountering no resistance, had not posted sentries on the bridge. He ordered his men to cross westwards under cover of darkness, and cause whatever havoc they could, behind the US' lines. My colleague's dad talked with his mates, and said, "This bugger's nuts. We survived the Eastern Front, and there's no way we're going to die doing something stupid now.  We go across the river before dawn, and surrender."

That's what they did: They slipped across silently in the hour before dawn, and surrounded a small encampment of US personnel.  As dawn came, they called out, "You are surrounded.  We are armed German troops, and we want to surrender.  Come out with your hands up, and no-one will get hurt."

That's what happened, according to my colleague's dad.

I think it's worth a footnote, or even a separate plaque. 

Safe riding in 2026, Andre!

Nostalgia: it’s not what it used to be!
That sounds like a lot of guilt to me. Sponsored by Jesuits I’d wager.

As Ed Helm's character said in the finale of The Office, "I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them." -- Recalled by Amy Curtis at Townhall.com

“A Jesuit, Edward once explained to me, never lies. A Jesuit has already put himself beyond the necessity of lying by telling less than the truth to start with.” -- My literary protege, Dakota Franklin, putting words in the protagonist's mouth in TROUBLESHOOTER*

I hasten to add that all the Jesuits I know love the truth more than being popular with the heretics.

*Readers who want an e-copy to read over the holidays, PM me.

Generally speaking, nostalgia is a waste of time. Nothing is ever again going to be as good as when we were young. Realities are simply different today. So I Reserve St Stephen's Day for Cycling Nostalgia.

It's 17 miles cross-country over broken fields, thorny hedges without gates, across streams that qualify as trencherous rivers with your bike held above your head, through farmyards knee-deep in liquified pig dung, to reach this magical headland, and you need someone with a car who knows how to find the Devil's Whirlpool past Dunworley to bring you back because night will fall soon after you reach there, so I haven't been there again for nigh on thirty years, and it is highly unlikely I shall be back. We'll resist the temptation to wonder whether I will still cut such a muscular profile... On another occasion, we took turns holding everyone's ankles so they could hang over the edge to watch the seals playing on the rocks at the foot of the sheer cliff.

What, or where, or who with, is your moment of nostalgia, now that I've set you off?

Hey All!

Happy Holidays have brought news of a new plastic version of Rohloff's EX(ternal) Switchbox, as shown in the attachment. Photo and announcement from De Vakantiefietser (The Holiday Cyclist) in The Netherlands.

I'll admit to a pang of disappointment as I always prefer metal over plastic for long-term durability against UV and environmental degradation as well as thread longevity, but Rohloff rarely make mistakes and I'm sure this version has been thorougly tested. It likely overcomes any problems of galvanic corrosion from dissimilar metals and looks a bit more compact than the previous version.

I presume this is the pulley cover and adjuster mount only, with thebacking plate and geartrain holder being aluminum as before.

Anyone have one yet and wiling to share impressions?

Best, Dan.

Merry Christmas Andre, and to all the fine folk here on the Thorn forum

Ron