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Funny how a guy who doesn't do FB gets a Featured Thread about FB

 

I agree, even Mark knows this thread has gotten is off topic. HRP

 

Funny stuff I don’t care who you are.
Dan

 

We don't need no stink'n Farcebook!

 

My sentiments exactly

 

Fifteen or sixteen cars, a boat, two trikes, lawn mowers, machinery, every magazine known to man, spark plugs in the kitchen, collectables up the Wazoo, go karts, weird vintage stuff, stuff stashed in trailers, oh... and a wax can collection, and now bicycles.
I don't even have a respectable junk drawer... what's wrong with this picture???

 

Nice
Dan

 

When I was a kid I thought Peugeot or Bianchi were better bikes.

 

That's because you don't do Metric!

 

Amen. I’ve got an old Schwinn (my Dad’s) that I ride at the beach when we’re down at the LA house. Black, fenders, coaster brake, unrestored. I think it’s mid-60s.

 

I guess you're right. But my Varsity is a 1971. 55 years old is 20 years into antique territory. And it looks good in the back of my old 41 Ford pick up. It's a handy thing to have at a car show. But I'll stop, back to hot rods!

 

Okay, now we need a vintage bicycle thread.

 

We have one, it's in the antiquated section

 

I think that what makes this site so nice is that no matter what you like there is a thread for you. Old Bicycles, radios, whatever you are looking for is here. At 78, I'd go to someplace like @Moriarity's and ignore the exceptional cars and just sit down and read the old Rod & Customs. Ah, memories.
(And no billet in sight)

 

A buddy of mine pulled this 76 Stingray off a trash heap in Wheaton, Ill. I gave him a few bucks for it, cleaned it up and bought a repo slick and new front tire. It still has the original dealer sticker on it from the Chicago area. It's nothing special but I really like it. It's so original.

 

My brother Danny got his shiny new black 20" Schwinn bicycle two years after I got my red one. By that time, my bike was looking pretty rough.

I remember Danny and I squatted behind his bicycle, a hammer in my hand. Focusing on the very back of the rear fender, I explained to him how we needed to make his bike look more like mine.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

Mom: "Ricky!... What are you doing?!?"

 

I love my 1949 Schwinn, but it can't go where my modern Yeti can.