A neighbor gave me a call today and said she had her husbands old roadmaster in the shed, and told me to come down. Well, I dressed in a few layers, grabbed a cresent wrench and my can of pb blaster and started walking. I was expecting to see a perfect ratrod luxury liner or someting, but I got the mountainbike. There is a fine layer of sawdust over the whole bike, but I count a total of 4 scratches on the whole thing.
I rode it home, and was going to bone it out to make another klunker. But my dad said no tearing it apart and called dibs on it so he could keep up with me at the cuyuna mountain bike trails in the summer, when I'm on my klunker
Cheers, ccd
I rode it home, and was going to bone it out to make another klunker. But my dad said no tearing it apart and called dibs on it so he could keep up with me at the cuyuna mountain bike trails in the summer, when I'm on my klunker
Cheers, ccd
