About a month ago, I returned home from the grocery store with the kids and noticed something yellow at the curb down the street. As I unloaded the bags, my spidey sense told me there was a bike. Not sure what kind it was, I immediately dispatched my eight year old to investigate as I unloaded the groceries, and she soon returned pushing a rusty Heavy Duti with apehanger bars and two flats. I got all giddy inside and quickly put the bags in the house. It was mine, all mine! I've been wanting one for a long time and now its mine! (Still a little giddy) I worked on it a little here, a little there. Stripped the paint and lacquered the bare steel, marveling at the electroforged construction the whole time. Took the wheels all apart and painted the rims, cleaned the hubs and spokes, and relaced them. Swapped out the seat (didn't feel like welding the broken part) and the bars, and here we are. Original everything except seat and bars. Strong as heck; solid. Feels really good to ride, smooth. It will never cease to baffle me as to why someone would throw away such a fine thing, its like skipping rocks with chunks of real gold. But, I must say, I'm glad they did. Because its mine now, all mine...hehehe (twirling the ends of my imaginary villainous mustache).
