Welcome, jerks.


Yeah, I got the fever. Three or four years ago, a rabid, red-eyed zombie sank its rotten teeth into my arm and thus I was infected with a peculiar strain of irrational obsession. Since then I have breathed, eaten, and slept bikes and almost nothing else. Maybe a vaccine will be invented, or maybe it'll simply pass, but until then I'm a slave to my compulsion to buy, transport, take apart, degrease, scour, lube, polish, assemble, tune, tighten, align, wax, buff, and yes, ride, ride, ride these magical two-wheeled machines.

So, the idea is, on this page I'm going to post pictures and perhaps stories of bikes that I've refurbished and ridden or ones that are in the process or recently completed. Maybe it'll expand from there. We'll see, I guess.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Ouch!

This had to have hurt. In case you can't quite tell, the back end of this seat post is sheared clean off. Actually, not so clean. What I don't understand is why the seatpost was still in this chained-up bike. Had the accident just happened, or was the owner now stubbornly riding around town like this, unable to sit down? I've seen some people remove their seat/seatpost as an anti-theft measure, so was this one guy's way of plugging up the resulting hole in case of rain?


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