My mother passed away late last year and I found her old(ish) bike in the shed. She loved to ride and when I was little, she would take me all over the place. For about the last ten years, her lung disease prevented her from riding, but she always talked about riding again if she was successfully able to get a lung transplant. She was also always supportive of my projects and writing even when they came out terrible or were too graphic for her to read, so I decided to do something with her bike and I think she would appreciate the humorous symbolism of this "sex change". I had the idea for a little while, originally drawing it up with a mixte, but rather than a missile (the headlight in the nose reminded me of the camera of a smart "bomb"), because she hated war, I'm going with a "rocket" and using 50s colors she liked (turquoise, pink, and yellow).
Mazda 3 headlight that will go in the nose (kept the housing after a hit-and-run damaged it). Cut from the larger housing with an angle grinder. The lens is a nice thick glass dome!
This is a Cardiff leather saddle I got cheap to experiment on. The brown color came right off with leather deglazer and 000 steel wool:
Here it is with the first two coats of turquoise leather paint. Seems pretty durable already, yet scrapes right off the metal rivets. And, suddenly, my floor went from white oak to padauk.
Mazda 3 headlight that will go in the nose (kept the housing after a hit-and-run damaged it). Cut from the larger housing with an angle grinder. The lens is a nice thick glass dome!
This is a Cardiff leather saddle I got cheap to experiment on. The brown color came right off with leather deglazer and 000 steel wool:
Here it is with the first two coats of turquoise leather paint. Seems pretty durable already, yet scrapes right off the metal rivets. And, suddenly, my floor went from white oak to padauk.