Many months ago I visited a few bike shops looking for a kick around bike to tool around the neighborhood, maybe hit an offroad trail with my sons. You know, like the kind of bike I had as a kid, only bigger.
The blank stares, followed by blinking and a bike guy showing me another $1000 bike told me biking had passed me by.
Look man, I just want a sturdy frame, like a mountain bike or something, I really only need a 1 speed, I'm not racing anyone but my sons. It doesn't need to be fancy, lightweight and certainly not expensive.
More blinking and blank stares. Maybe they'd have a closeout model 1 day a year at $700.
Fast forward to a few weekends ago and our neighborhood held the annual community wide garage sale. I was sent out to acquire breakfast and drove past someone else with stuff on the lawn, all bikes. I calmly pull over, and they were donated from an airline, hey that looks like that industrial bike I had seen online.
I swing by the ATM later and make off with a rideable Worksman for $10 and a rough Marlboro folding MTB for another $10.
As excited as I am to have found these, I'm quite out of my element as to what to do with them now.
And my pal Google lead me to this glorious site that could only exist in my dreams.
As kids, we lived on our bikes, roaming the neighborhood for hours on end going nowhere in particular.
Looking forward to the journey.
The blank stares, followed by blinking and a bike guy showing me another $1000 bike told me biking had passed me by.
Look man, I just want a sturdy frame, like a mountain bike or something, I really only need a 1 speed, I'm not racing anyone but my sons. It doesn't need to be fancy, lightweight and certainly not expensive.
More blinking and blank stares. Maybe they'd have a closeout model 1 day a year at $700.
Fast forward to a few weekends ago and our neighborhood held the annual community wide garage sale. I was sent out to acquire breakfast and drove past someone else with stuff on the lawn, all bikes. I calmly pull over, and they were donated from an airline, hey that looks like that industrial bike I had seen online.
I swing by the ATM later and make off with a rideable Worksman for $10 and a rough Marlboro folding MTB for another $10.
As excited as I am to have found these, I'm quite out of my element as to what to do with them now.
And my pal Google lead me to this glorious site that could only exist in my dreams.
As kids, we lived on our bikes, roaming the neighborhood for hours on end going nowhere in particular.
Looking forward to the journey.
