We all know in many areas of the US there are literaly piles of cool old bikes in barns, fields, dumps, and more. There's the dump find which is great, the Craigslist deal which is awesome when it works out, and my personal favorite..... The "there's this old bike in (pick your location)" told to you by someone. In my case I have a great job for this sport. I am a carpet cleaner. This means I get to go to between 3 and 5 houses a day and meet someone. At least twice a week there could be a bicycle to be had. Yesterday was such an occasion. An elderly gentleman I have done work for in the past had me out again to clean rugs. We got talking and the subject of bikes and the buildoff came up. He said and I quote "You like messin' with old bikes? I have one out in the barn that we were gonna throw away. It's been there since the 70's when my son moved on to college. I think it's a 5-spd but it's a kids bike not a big one. I'll talk to him tomorrow, and you can come get it." Now what does a 5-spd kids bike sound like to you from the 70's... I love this feeling of anticipation... the thoughts of a near mint Apple, Grape, Lemon, Coal, or any flavor crate bike...floating through your mind. The heart pounding excitement as you walk out to the barn with the old man, listening to the stories he tells, nodding appropriately, all the while your head is just thinking what is it!!! Even when you discover it's just a ratty old Murray 3-spd or anything else your still not really dissapointed, you still got a free bike, and a brief but cheap high off the event. What is the bike in the barn??? Don't know yet, I don't push or hound people. If he never gets back to me, so be it. The longer I wait the longer the unbearable anticipation. The thrill is in the hunt guys and gals... don't put all your energy into the kill.
Aaron
Aaron