This is my working class hero.... the 93 Trek 7000. About ten years ago, I found this literally buried in a guy's backyard. Needing a town bike, I decided it would be a neat restoration project, and decided to throw some love it's way.
After doing some thinking, I've realized this is the only item in my possession that has been with me all of my adult life. 15,000 miles later, it has undergone every transformation possible as a bicycle. Forgotten garage dust-collector, full time rider, town / work bike, burrito-getter, etc. I've thrown every element its way, and it still not cracked, which says something about this fifteen-year old alloy frame.
Recently, I decided to throw another coat of paint its way and give it some more love. Its no Potts, and I certainly wouldn't hang her on my wall, but I'm proud of my red-headed stepchild bike.
The day I brought her home, with the GF at the time weilding the paint stripper:
First coat of DIY paint:
Jan, 2008, Colorado Springs in full work mode.
Recent update: