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My father, who is 84 years old, grew up in a small town south of Pittsburgh, PA. Working for the US Forest Service, he moved around a bit before finally settling in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, where I grew up. Some time ago when he was visiting his family in PA, he found his old bicycle from when he was young and brought it home. His intention was to reassemble it, but it ended up in his basement. Several years ago he asked me if I wanted it, but at the time I didn't have anywhere to put it so I declined. Recently I started thinking about that old bike, so I called Dad to see if the offer was still good. Before I got the chance to ask him about it, he said, "Hey, I've been meaning to call you. When are you going to take my old bike?" A couple of weeks later I drove up there to attend the funeral of a good friend's father. After the funeral I went to my parents' house, took them out to lunch, and before heading home I went into the basement and scrounged up all of the parts from his old bike. When i got it home I immediately started taking apart what little was still together, cleaned and greased all of the bearings, replaced the tires, tubes, and rim strips, and called it done. After doing some research online I was able to identify it as a 1938 Colson. It has a Morrow rear hub, which I had never seen before despite working in a bicycle shop for several years. Luckily I was able to find information online to help me reassemble the rear hub, and it works great. I've been riding the bike and get a lot of comments about it, especially when I tell the history. I love this bike!
