|I came home with another bike.|
"A kickstand? Heck, I have one for you in my garage."
The neighbor disappeared and came back with a bike, minus its seat and seatpost. However, it had a kickstand.
"Here. Take the bike. I don't need it. It originally came from the Canes." (Another neighbor.)
I had to smile. I didn't need another bike. Yet, here was a decent 1980s mountain bike. The kind I gravitate towards, it seems, because their value to me is in the parts, though I know the steel frames will also last forever. In my mind, newer mountain bikes are dysfunctional for commuting, but try convincing someone who isn't commuter savvy about that, which, unfortunately, includes the very neighbor who gave me the Peugeot. It's my little secret.
So, I've got another sweetie. Squared Weinmann rims, Shimano thumbshifters, straight top tube, cantilever brakes, plenty of braze-ons - this one had two on the fork - and clearance for fenders. Anyway, all I needed was the kickstand, but I took the bicycle off my neighbor's hands, promising to deliver what I couldn't use to Bike Recycle. It's the line I used on my husband as I wheeled the Peugeot up our driveway.
"Don't worry," I said, with a sheepish grin. "It's just for parts."
Of course, the last time I said those exact words was when I brought home the Ross, which has become a favored bike for errands.
|Both of our sons thought it was cool to cruise around on a bike without a seat.|
Despite my intentions, I still struggle with knowing I will dismantle a perfectly acceptable bicycle. It feels like I've turned my back on the Peugeot's heritage. And, I admit to admiring the mint and white color scheme plus the lugged frame. On some level this bike would fit me better than my Trek, but the emotional baggage of parting with a bike that's taken me around the world is too much to bear.
And so it goes.
On the other hand, there's plenty to recover for parts. Did I mention the curved aluminum handlebars (Italminubri - Italian, it seems)? They might be perfect for the next iteration of my Ross.
|The blue bicycle went home with a 10 year old boy and his dad.|