Here's a little story about a bike I didn't want at all and now really like.
On the morning of my birthday this year, Mrs KayOs went to get bread rolls and came back saying, ‘The neighbour has an old bike out for the kerbside collection. Would you like it?’
She showed me a photo and before breakfast the bike was sitting in the cellar.
At first glance, it looked pretty bad. Bird droppings, dirt, rust, brittle tyres with no air... But it didn't seem to have been ridden much or hard. Besides, I'd always wanted a slingshot stem, and the lugged frame and lugged fork looked interesting too.
So off it went to the shed.
On the morning of my birthday this year, Mrs KayOs went to get bread rolls and came back saying, ‘The neighbour has an old bike out for the kerbside collection. Would you like it?’
She showed me a photo and before breakfast the bike was sitting in the cellar.
At first glance, it looked pretty bad. Bird droppings, dirt, rust, brittle tyres with no air... But it didn't seem to have been ridden much or hard. Besides, I'd always wanted a slingshot stem, and the lugged frame and lugged fork looked interesting too.
So off it went to the shed.