This is me seconding the motion:
t'would seem since I got my loverly vintage Peugeot, my life is raining vintage bikes. They're like termites, they just come falling out of the woodwork and gosh darn, I love steel!! Tell people what you're doing Smurf and I think you'll be amazed and how much "extra" stuff people have laying around that you could use.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"