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How did bike collecting / hoarding begin for you?
For me I was never the "rich kid" of the neighborhood but I had a garage or shed most places I lived growing up. One day I found a bicycle in the trash and thought it looked cool so I drug it home. After my 3rd trash find I had learned the art of how to ride a bike with a second bike perched on the handlebars. Before I knew it I had the rafters of the garage full of bikes, more hanging from the rafters, hanging on the walls, more on the floor, even a few stashed in my bedroom.
One day we had a garage sale and I was out working on bikes and a guy asked if I wanted to sell any of them. I said that I'd never thought of it but he could look. He bought 10 bikes. As he left with the pile of bikes in his truck I knew I was on to something. I needed a way to haul more bikes and I now had a little spending cash.
I found a used and rather beat up kid hauler trailer at a garage sale and mounted it on my bike. I was now ready to take on the world of trash find bikes. Garbage day was like Saturday night for me. Trash finds, yard sales, flea markets, trade in's, It didn't matter how I got it I just had to have it. Every weekend I'd open up the garage and set a few of my "Least favorite" bikes out in the yard to sell. People caught on and before I knew it I was "The bicycle guy on the outskirts of town"
A neighbor who moved in just across the alley was a really cool guy and just happened to have a welder. I talked him into doing a few welding jobs for me in exchange for giving his kids all bikes. So I was then known as "The guy on the outskirts of town with the cool custom bikes".
I then found Craigslist and it blew up. I bought my own welder and the name "Outskirts Customs" stuck.
Since I joined here it's gotten MUCH worse. I now have 3 bike trailers that I occasionally tow in tandem behind each other to haul "MEGA LOADS", I check out the scrapyards, flea markets, second hand stores, yard sales, alleys, and ask around about vintage bikes. Though being here I have stopped buying just any bike. I've learned to hold my money for the "good stuff". I still buy others if they are cheap. And if it's free I don't care what it is it comes home with me to be broken down of it's parts and sold for scrap to fund more of the "good stuff". I AM A SICK SICK MAN.
There's a fine line between collecting and hoarding and I flirt with it every day.
For me I was never the "rich kid" of the neighborhood but I had a garage or shed most places I lived growing up. One day I found a bicycle in the trash and thought it looked cool so I drug it home. After my 3rd trash find I had learned the art of how to ride a bike with a second bike perched on the handlebars. Before I knew it I had the rafters of the garage full of bikes, more hanging from the rafters, hanging on the walls, more on the floor, even a few stashed in my bedroom.
One day we had a garage sale and I was out working on bikes and a guy asked if I wanted to sell any of them. I said that I'd never thought of it but he could look. He bought 10 bikes. As he left with the pile of bikes in his truck I knew I was on to something. I needed a way to haul more bikes and I now had a little spending cash.
I found a used and rather beat up kid hauler trailer at a garage sale and mounted it on my bike. I was now ready to take on the world of trash find bikes. Garbage day was like Saturday night for me. Trash finds, yard sales, flea markets, trade in's, It didn't matter how I got it I just had to have it. Every weekend I'd open up the garage and set a few of my "Least favorite" bikes out in the yard to sell. People caught on and before I knew it I was "The bicycle guy on the outskirts of town"
A neighbor who moved in just across the alley was a really cool guy and just happened to have a welder. I talked him into doing a few welding jobs for me in exchange for giving his kids all bikes. So I was then known as "The guy on the outskirts of town with the cool custom bikes".
I then found Craigslist and it blew up. I bought my own welder and the name "Outskirts Customs" stuck.
Since I joined here it's gotten MUCH worse. I now have 3 bike trailers that I occasionally tow in tandem behind each other to haul "MEGA LOADS", I check out the scrapyards, flea markets, second hand stores, yard sales, alleys, and ask around about vintage bikes. Though being here I have stopped buying just any bike. I've learned to hold my money for the "good stuff". I still buy others if they are cheap. And if it's free I don't care what it is it comes home with me to be broken down of it's parts and sold for scrap to fund more of the "good stuff". I AM A SICK SICK MAN.
There's a fine line between collecting and hoarding and I flirt with it every day.