commuter, culture, touring and style—from the shores of Lake Champlain, Vermont
Thursday, February 28, 2013
I'm pleased when I find old school bikes. Someone values its utility. On closer inspection, I've discovered it's a Triumph, made in Nottingham, England. Triumphant!
But it sat for too long, locked and abandoned. Snow piled high around its feet. Melted. Rust formed. It's a beautiful machine—or, it was a beautiful machine. So sad.
Everything's intact, thanks to lack of quick release hubs. But for how long? I've watched a nice Peugeot Mixte slowly slump to the ground, back wheel warped with broken spokes. Is it a triumph to see such elegance go to waste?