what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

They say you can never go home again. The RB-2 came home for a brief visit and the replacement of a broken rear axle and like they say it just wasn’t the same as it wasn’t my bike anymore it was just a little backyard basement bike repair with pick up and delivery because I will work for beer and because the current owner is prone to stack ups. But the bike continues to hold up. Just like it held up to thousands of messenger miles before I sold it.  

two wheels on two wheels on two wheels

Speaking of Sunday morning easy fresh flapjacks stacked like headset spacers on country mile long steer tubes and head tubes and seat tube angles and triangles on bikes made for squiggly squirmy dynamic loads of precious cargo, Bret in Albuquerque sent this to me and I’m sending it along  because it’s interesting and close to home.

 

 if you think your bike is heavy****** six kids and no car

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. said...

is it dead? it's like a deer on the hood of truck that gets hauled into the local cafe at breakfast for show but turns out to be free range hereford, or chewbacca hauling c3po around in a back pack when the empire stikes back and it all goes to e-file. part of your bikes life just flashed before my eyes.

Posted July 1, 2012 10:44 AM | Reply to this comment

pilder replied to ....

you put your finger on some hard-to-put-a-finger-on feelings. The c3po image seems most appropriate to the current state of the RB-2 but there's a lot of personal history in there too two to you

Posted July 2, 2012 09:18 AM | Reply to this comment

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