A manly bike surrounded by dust and machines.
It may have been sitting for some time but once this was a working man’s manly bike. Look at that saggy basket. How many tons of stuff did it carry in its career? A well-worn machine if ever there was one.
A bit of grease on the bearing, some lube on the chain and a couple new tubes and this old guy would be ready for action. I don’t thin I could bring myself to clean it up or derust it. A sacrilege. A betrayal of its heritage.
Once again my desire to have a sweet vintage ride is stirred. Once again geography denies me. The bike is in Delaware. (A state I misspell with alarming regularity.) Though my sister lives in Maryland. She has a garage.
With 5 days to go there are no bids. The $50 opener is fair and mighty tempting. Seriously, Maryland is like right next to Delaware. Right?
Look at this on eBay http://www.ebay.com/itm/292033244716