I bought it at a garage sale last year. It is a lovely bike. It has a glorious pearl finish.
Cute, classic lugs that are just begging for pin striping.
Shimano parts, including this adorable vintage shifter.
Front and rear brazons for racks and fenders.
A vintage gear cover to protect your pants.
And a completely drool worthy head badge.
It is a five speed and is an excellent candidate for a clean and restore. The frame is great, all it really needs is some new tires and brakes and it would make someone a dreamy vintage bike. That’s why I bought it. I would love for it to be a dreamy vintage bike for me… or for Little girl… in ten years.
Which is where I am really torn. I don’t really have a place to store it for ten years and who knows if Little girl is going to like vintage bikes. I mean, you try to raise your kids right, but you never really know how they are going to influenced by friends and the media and she may very well want a BSO from JunkMart.
I could easily list it for sale and get my purchase price back… but I don’t want it going to some one who will treat it as disposable. As silly as this sounds, I feel a responsibility to this bike. If I was going to let it go to an abusive home, I should have just left it at the garage sale.
Unfortunately, there isn’t a SPCBikes to help me find it a good home.