I found a bike on my way to work today. I think it might be from 1956. Maybe this can be Bambi’s Christmas present.
There’s this house on my walk to work that always has interesting trash in front of it, a lot of times bikes and bike parts. I’ve always been tempted to grab one of the bikes and ride it to work, since at that point of the walk, work is a little over a half mile away. A few weeks ago they were tossing out books. I grabbed a few. Ever since grabbing the books, I’ve realized that it’s okay to grab the bikes too, because just like nobody leaves books out on the side of the road when they want to keep them, so too does nobody leave 1956 Schwinn Flying Stars on the side of the road when they want to keep them. An odd thing about the house, though, is the constant supply of bicycle trash it supplies the side of the road with. The owner must be a bike rehabilitator or something, and the parts that he sends to the side of the road are those that he deems worthless. I got myself a headset and handle bars as well.
There are a number of other strange and enchanting places I pass on my way to work, but further descriptions are not important to us at this time.
Pix? Come on now cleetus. Flickr accounts are the free.
That bike looks like Peewees. Remember when the older brother from Wonder Years is in the movie scene with the nun about the bike, and off camera he’s a total asshole. I loved that guy, he was always a huge dick…
Given the fact your wife has a nice Bianchi in the basement she never uses, you may want to reconsider giving this to her as a Christmas gift. Just a helpful suggestion.