Sallied forth to procure more ti the other day
which choice of words reminds me of a comic; googling yielded this, not what I was expecting; clicking on one of the more interesting choices led to operagloves.com, which is the sort of site the internet is all about, but I digresswhich involved a trip to Enigma down near where East Sussex meets the sea.
BTW there's an opera house where Sussexians can wallow in culture if the need becomes acuteI hopped a train to Hastings then got off and rode along the coast, former work environment of many a
smuggler and still the scene of lax border controls.

Sped through Bexhill, birthplace of British motor racing and reception area to God's waiting room in Eastbourne, then the green flatlands of the Pevensey Levels, where apparently a lot of shoplifting occurs.

Arrived at the titanium mine. Here we see an employee examining a frame for structural forthrightness, one of the key components of integrity.

He wears a mask to help guard against the ti sickness. At the end of the day he'll be strip searched to ensure none of the metal is smuggled out.
I got what I came for,

loitered at a nearby castle for a
picnic, then sped home. Here the new part can be seen on a Litespeed (replacing the
"bobbin"). I'd photoshop out the workstand but life is too short and I'm not really that good.

Titanium frame, seatpost, handlebars, stem, and now spacer. We're done here.