As many of my biking friends do, I have a project bike.
It’s fun for some of us to crank on a bike and make it closer to what we dream of a bike being. Not only that, but it’s fun to see what different styles of bikes are out there (see just about any of my previous articles on bikes) and to find one you like. It’s fun to make an old bike new or to restore a classic.
Well, I suppose I should be more accurate and say I HAD a project bike. Mine blew up the other day when I was just messing around on it. Praise the Good Lord I wasn’t in the mountains, I was just tooling around town when it exploded, so there wasn’t far to go after the horrific accident.
Okay, more honesty: I’m begging for sympathy here. There was no horrific accident. It was more of a traumatic moment specifically located in my brain. Sad really. I spent a lot of time building up the bike only to have the frame give out on me. Granted it’s an old bike frame. Things like that don’t last forever.
So, now what? Like those friends I mentioned do, I’ll start over, find another frame, start putting things together and have myself a new project bike. By the way, my bike had no seat. That’s because I wasn’t quite done yet. I had everything but the seat. In fact, my ride when the frame broke was intended to get me to the local bike shop so I could get a seatpost fitted and then a seat. Hopefully next time I can finish.
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