Free Bike Catalogs
Free Bike Catalogs : Best Bicycle Rollers : Extra Wide Bicycle Seats.
Free Bike Catalogs
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This catalog photo was kindly sent to me by Bill Reavis nearly 21 years later. I’d forgotten how pink the bike was — even the anodizing on the brakes. Despite the questionable color scheme, this is sweetest ride I’d owned up to that time (and perhaps will ever own, for that matter). Just look at those lines — gorgeous! If I had that bike now I’d probably swap out those aero rims for something a bit more "classic", but it would still turn heads…
So why don’t I have this bike today? Ah, dear reader, the answer to that question is a sorrowful tale it pains me to relate… But seriously, I made the poor decision to bring this bike along on the cross-country trip Patti and I made in the spring of 1989. I don’t know… maybe I had visions of heading out on rides in every state we passed through? Sounds nice, but things didn’t work out that way. And since I wasn’t riding often it won’t come as a surprise that I tended to forget about the extra 4 feet of bike mounted over the car.
The inevitable happened in Tempe, AZ as we were heading out again after a brief stay with Geoff Franks. I swung under a carport to turn around and caught the the bike’s seat on the metal lip of the roof. Surprisingly, the bike didn’t rip free of the racks (or open up the Celica like a tin can); the frame had absorbed most of the impact, buckling the down tube and pulling the forks every so slightly towards it. The damage didn’t look all that bad — and the bike was still ridable — but the front wheel nearly touched the bike frame now and I feared deep inside she was ruined beyond all repair.
Later that summer (after we’d returned to Illinois) I decided to paint the frame in some crazy scheme of black-and-white stripes that never quite matched what I’d had in mind. Not long after that I rode over to Sean’s house in Wheaton. Sean asked if he could take the bike out for a spin, and as Cathy and I watched him get the feel of it out on the street, Sean leaned forward just enough to flex the fork and cause the front tire to seize against the frame. The bike stopped on a dime and Sean went right over the bars and onto the pavement. Luckily he wasn’t going that fast, but it still had to hurt. At that point I realized that the bike’s riding days were over. The sad part is that it probably could have been repaired (let’s hear it for steel!), but we didn’t know that back then.
The Fuji hasn’t disappeared entirely, however. Todd still has many of the components in his collection, keeping them in the family 
209/365 – Obsessed
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