Two bikes, two pasts
Today I took my 1992-era “Colomboham” (experimental Italian aluminum bike with suspension fork that is very very squeaky, tired) to be fixed at Black Mountain Cycles.
Normally, CC takes care of my three Cunningbikes, but these days he’s been too busy with outside work.
As often happens, there is an even shittier mechanic than me out there, and Chas is wrestling with his wreck, er…bike. I get a little boost knowing I’m not the only Destroyer out there….
Cunningham#36 landed on our doorstep yesterday.
The owner had probably never done (or had done) any maintenance on the machine since it was bought. Everything was rusted, frozen in place.
Not sure if he was the original owner, but if it were a puppy picked up from the pound, you’d say it had Serious Issues. Untreated wounds.
The seapost was frozen in place (it would have to be machined out, and client doesn’t have the dough to cover the hours of work). I helped CC hold the frame level horizontally to remove, inspect and replace the press-fit bottom bracket which had its own sad past. The shop is about 49 degrees all day, I gotta hand it to CC’s hardiness….
Check out dem brakes. Client told CC that one thing he really liked was the feather-touch braking action. But when Charlie looked at (and tried) them, they, too were frozen and useless.
Reality-based assessment: bike needs a proper home.
Owing to fantasy-based world the owner inhabits, the bike will continue to be chained up, the heavily oxidized treasure/investment that did not float away when times got tough.