I acquired another bike a couple weeks ago and just found out that I am inheriting a new Cyclocross bike from a family member who also has a bike fetish, but who’s wife is not as understanding as mine concerning all the hunks of steel, carbon and aluminum in his basement. Though, I may be at a tipping point. One more and I might officially have a substance abuse problem – bike frames CAN be an elicit substance if not consumed in moderation.
As for my latest acquisition: My Hellbilly neighbors had a yard sale a week or so ago and due to the blaring death metal and the drunken lawn party atmosphere, the sale was lightly attended. One of the unsold items was a classic Schwinn Varsity that was somewhat beat up and missing a rear wheel. While walking by on my way to Walgreens, they offered it to me, so I HAD to check it out. It turned out to be a lime Green 1973 10-speed that was in good overall shape and had original bike registration stickers from Walla Walla, WA (1974-1976) and the negotiated price was a case of PBR Tallboys. How could I pass up a frame built in the year I was born?! Such action would border on sacrilege. I paid up and carried the thing to my garage/shop and started stripping all the old parts from the frame. I am not 100% sure what I am going to do with it just yet – maybe a 3-speed internal rear hub and conversion into a sometimes-commuter and basement trainer? For now the frame will hang in the garage awaiting time and spare cash for the build-up.
The coming CycloCross bike is a 9-speed Specialized with a beefy tig-welded aluminum frame. I have to swap the bars and shifters (already have a set from an old bike waiting to be installed) and give it a tune up. I plan to make her my primary work commuter AND my CycloX race bike come fall. This will allow me to forever take the commuter wheels/tires off my carbon bike and tune it for solely training and racing.
I am running out of space in the garage rafters. It is a web of wheels, gears, cables and seats above my workspace. Since they are all out of the way, I don’t know if my cute little bride understands the full depth of my “collection” and if any more two-wheeled “ladies” show up she may do some snooping in the garage and the poo will hit the fan – I hate when we “have to have a talk…” That said, I would still like to have a couple more: a downhill 29er and a folding single speed for the train/travel, but I feel that the physical and financial impact of any cycling purchases in the next couple of years will have a detrimental effect of my love-life and corresponding sleeping arrangements. I REALLY like my bikes, but I like snuggling up to a warm happy wife a lot more. I think that I am going to have to start practicing cycling moderation. That realization hurts a little.