janice&fred
·Someday I hope to be just like you. Well...minus the dorky shorts and lame Mustang 😁
…Waterford...
Someday I hope to be just like you. Well...minus the dorky shorts and lame Mustang 😁
You forgot to mention the lame Honda Monkey
Waterford! 👍
I gots me one of them there Waterfords…a 1989 Schwinn Waterford Paramount. I purchased it new while on mil active duty stationed in San Diego…came with Dura-Ace 7400…I still have it…and it’s good for getting dropped on team rides since it’s pretty much a boat anchor. 😁
I looked at all the locks before I ordered one up for the Gazelle, those Kryptonite ones seem to be the best so thats what I got too.
nicely matches the one for my motorcycle as well... perhaps the start of another collection? Oh no!
HEY! Why not a picture of a watch! I’ll throw in some other stuff to keep the interest up.
an watch or two
an spark plug, about 125 years old
An budgie....a vicious little bastard too
And now, back to our regularly scheduled bicycle stuff
Gee @DaveK , this thread really did get knocked off the rails.
Now this was/is lame.
No rules I think for normal speed ones. The real fast ones need a helmet and licence plate but you hardly see them in town. But bike paths in the city are extremely crowded sometimes. This is a famous one
Not sure if I have told this tale on OF before, but
Riding the Holdsworth fixie down a narrow country lane two horse riders are coming in the other direction. I say loudly "Hello, are your horses OK with bikes" apparently this helps horses believe that you are a human similar to the sort who feeds them and not a slavering horse-eating beast that hasn't eaten this month [*]. Yes, they're OK.
Then a shot-gun goes off in an adjacent field. Both horses bolt, I dive out of their way and land upside down in a ditch still clipped in to the pedals. Horse riders say most unladylike things about whoever fired that shotgun and ask if I'm OK. Yeah, I'm OK, but somehow my chain has come off. Fixie riders have to be really particular about chain tension and there is no way it should come off. But it did.
[*] Doesn't matter what you say out loud if you're on a recumbent bike: to a horse you're a slavering horse-eating beast that hasn't eaten this year.