At least think that’s what my Dad’s friend Mark calls it.An attraction to vehicles, the accumulation of more you could ever possibly use, the collecting of materials related to the same. I picked up two one-owner bikes today, neither which I needed, both of which I’m glad I know have.
The first is a Bill Boston, kind of a touring-ish bike, what some would pretentiously term a randoneuring bike nowadays. Bill Boston was one of the first frame builders to bring science into the fitting and building of made-to-order framesets. This is a 1977 model that I thought was going to be a tad on the tall side but it’s proven to be exceptionally comfortable. 27 inch tires skin 40 spoke (!) rims laced to Bullseye (!) hubs. The thing’s a pig but she rolls, man…so well that I’m tempted to use it for D2R2 in the fall.
Next up, an early production 1986 Klein mountain bike. I have wanted one of these for a long time, but would have settled for a later (early ’90s) model…I had no idea they were making these this long ago. This bike is completely original, save for the brake pads. I took it for a spin around the yard, probably the first time I’ve been on a MTB since I lived in Idaho back in 1995 and it felt awesome. I’ve been using it to go to the store a lot and it is so bitchin’.
Well, yeah, and then there was this. After a couple of days using the Boston to commute, I was riding home and felt a “whup, whup, whup” from the back wheel. Got home and saw this.
Will show more detailed posts later.