One of these days, I’m going to sell my converted SS and tell the truth about it.
It’s one of the original OCLV mountain frames that did not have the inserted threads for the bottle cages and had the external bolts, which broke off. I still actually have the matching rigid fork for it because suspension forks were not spec’d on bikes yet.
-I beat on that thing like it broke into my house.
-The frame his more knicks in it than a Greek restaurant.
-The frame has seen more action than Boba Fett.
-I raced it almost weekly for a couple of years.
-I crashed so hard on it once that it put me in the hospital.
-I unsucessfully tried to break it by jumping it off the loading dock at my college dorm several times in an effort to get a warranty frame.
-I let friends borrow it for several months at a time and I would get it back only because they too got injured doing something stupid with it too.
I would love to see how much someone would pay for it with that sort of listing, but I love it too much to part with it now. After all, if it took all that abuse and still works, then it’s got to be built like a $hit brick house.
'Zactly. Once I crash with a bike, it like we were meant for each other. I don’t know how folks can sell bikes like they were one night stands. (OK, I’ve sold a couple, but they didn’t mean anything, it was just riding. We both knew what we were doing.)
'Zactly. Once I crash with a bike, it like we were meant for each other. I don’t know how folks can sell bikes like they were one night stands. (OK, I’ve sold a couple, but they didn’t mean anything, it was just riding. We both knew what we were doing.)
LOL!!
You know a person truly loves their bike when after a horrendous crash; the rider is laying there with a tattered jersey, his ass hanging out of the tear in his shorts, lying in a pool of their own blood, and they have to ask “Is my bike OK?”
Like the guy puts out so much power during the race that he would hurt the bike.
I don’t know about you guys, but the greatest wear and tear that I put on my bike is the daily wear and tear of slogging through hundreds of weekly miles- not the few hours each month that I am actually racing on it.
When you race in a sailing regatta, you sometimes get these red hats that say Mt. Gay Rum on them in the goody bag. If you sail a lot, you use them to clean your chain with as you have about 20 of them (at least I used to.) Unless the hat is from a regatta you actually sailed in at least 20years ago, it is considered fairly poseurish to actually wear one.
I put one of them up on Ebay, and got $120. I didn’t believe it until I had deposited the person’s check and watched incredulously as it actually cleared. The entry fee for the regatta was $85, and I got two hats…
