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, September 5, 2012

Evolution

I'm told that Darwin never used the term "evolution" in his Origin of the Species, but then he wasn't familiar with the modern bicycle.

Summer, '11:



Winter '11-'12:



Spring, '12:



Summer, '12:


I know at this point, some people are thinking, how much free time does this guy have on his hands? The answer: too much.
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