"Am I getting old? Or is the bike?"
I replied "no" to both questions because, well, it was the truth. At that time, I wouldn't have called myself "middle-aged," and she was a good bit younger than I was. And, as a sometime bike mechanic, I knew that most bikes, unless they've been crashed or left in an undersea cave, can be salvaged.
We used to ride together from work because she lived about halfway between our workplace and my apartment and I enjoyed her company. Also, we left at night, and I had enough testosterone in me to see myself as her protector.
I offered to tune up her bike--a Dunelt three-speed that was probably even older than she was. She offered to treat me to a "nice brunch."
She made good on her offer. One day, I packed my bottle of Tri-Flo with my books and change of shoes. During a break between classes, I jogged down to the campus bike rack. She was nowhere in sight. I lubed her chain and inflated her tires with my Zefal HP frame pump. That night, she marvelled that riding her bike seemed "so much easier."
If I were a better (or simply nicer) person, I could have told her that she was getting stronger from her daily commute--which she most likely was. Instead, I "confessed."
She marveled that simply keeping her tires inflated and chain lubed could make such a difference. I admitted that they were a "major part" of bike maintenance, but reiterated my offer to make her bike "like new." She never took me up on it.
Had she availed herself to my expertise, not only would her gears, brakes and other parts have worked better than she ever imagined they could; I would have shown her how simple it actually is to keep a bike (especially one like hers) running.
I thought about our offers to each other when I came across this article in Popular Science. Its author, Stan Horaczek, understands something I've long known: Most bikes can be "resurrected" as long as they haven't been crashed or have been stored underwater. Better yet, most repairs that will make most long-dormant bikes functional don't require special tools.
So, if you want to start riding again and can't find a suitable ride at your local shop--or even Craigslist--there may be a "treasure" in your or a family member's or friend's basement or rafters.
folk! As I rested up half way to collect my serviced van an "old" bloke took up the next bench and parked his bike. Naturally we chatted and eventually it got round to bikes. "Oh, you seem to know something about bikes, perhaps you could help me, my rear brake seems to have come undone". An almost new bike and the quick release had opened up the brake so I showed him what had happened and closed it but had to point out that I was surprised he had managed 15 miles when the rear brake would close on the tyre! Folk have not a clue! He was a sporty type but a rower, even so.
ReplyDeleteOnly as I continued my walk did I think, "that old guy is younger than me!"
Now you are wondering why I was walking... My wrists ached from using a bike with straight bars the day before! Wrists are angled at 19°, someone tell bike designers now.
more posts is a good sign.
Voyage--We have to teach the young 'uns.
ReplyDeleteKeep on riding!