I have some rather sad news to report.
No, I didn't crash or get diagnosed with some terrible disease. Rather, it's about something I did somewhat reluctantly.
You see, I sold the Schwinn Collegiate I'd mentioned in a few previous posts. I actually liked it quite a bit: While it was heavy and didn't have the nimblest handling (Then again, I can say those things about myself!), it was surprisingly quick when I got it up to speed. Plus, it did have a certain charm, some of which had to do with the color.
But it was too small for me. Perhaps I could have gotten a longer seatpost and stem for it, but either one, I felt, would have turned it into a Frankenbike: Bikes like the Collegiate simply aren't meant to have, and don't look right, with them.
At least the young woman who bought it from me was truly happy to find it. She lives in Williamsburg and, she told me, another bike "just like" it was stolen from her. Actually, she said, it was a Collegiate "from around the same time", in a different color.
As she is about 5'5" (about 165 cm), the bike is just the right size for her. When she test rode it, she looked very comfortable and confident on it. Plus, she was wearing a sort of "Mad Men" outfit, which somehow looked right.
She was so happy to find the bike that she didn't quibble about the price. Even if she had, I would been satisfied with selling it to her, as I knew the bike was going "to a good home". That, at least, balances some of the sadness I felt about letting it go.