Some bikes just come to you out of the blue.
When we got off the train after a short weekend trip last spring and I was pushing my way through the crowd, Mrs KayOs pointed out a sign advertising a bicycle auction held by the German railway company's lost property office.
She said there was bound to be something there for me and asked if I would like to take a look.
What a question!
A week later, on a Saturday morning, I was able to browse through several hundred bicycles on the station forecourt. I quickly spotted two bikes that caught my eye, and now it was time to wait for the auction.
One of the bikes I had my eye on was this Kuwahara Cougar. Until then, I had only seen Kuwaharas in pictures and had always been impressed by the string and splatter paint jobs.
The starting bid for the Cougar was €5, and at €20, I was the only one left raising my hand.
So that's how, on the advice of Mrs KayOs, I took home a 34-year-old Cougar
The poor thing looked rather sad.
When we got off the train after a short weekend trip last spring and I was pushing my way through the crowd, Mrs KayOs pointed out a sign advertising a bicycle auction held by the German railway company's lost property office.
She said there was bound to be something there for me and asked if I would like to take a look.
What a question!
A week later, on a Saturday morning, I was able to browse through several hundred bicycles on the station forecourt. I quickly spotted two bikes that caught my eye, and now it was time to wait for the auction.
One of the bikes I had my eye on was this Kuwahara Cougar. Until then, I had only seen Kuwaharas in pictures and had always been impressed by the string and splatter paint jobs.
The starting bid for the Cougar was €5, and at €20, I was the only one left raising my hand.
So that's how, on the advice of Mrs KayOs, I took home a 34-year-old Cougar
The poor thing looked rather sad.
to Mrs. KayOs. You are a lucky man ...
and this one is totally rad!
