Cars were surely my first love but bikes were my first hands on experience with it. Many of my core memories from childhood involve a bicycle. My friends and I were constantly on our bikes. Exploring, making jumps, skid contests... I'm sure many here had the same experience. By the end of middle school I had moved from mountain bikes to road bikes and we would go on long rides racing cars, acting like idiots. I worked at a bike shop in college and rode literally every single day on either my Miyata Three Ten or my Grandfathers Panasonic that I built into a fixie. My aunt asked me this week to clear some stuff out of her garage including some old bikes. Because I can't let a nice lugged steel road bike go to the dump (the other two were dump worthy), I adopted this One Hundred.
It was my uncles bike. I don't remember ever seeing him on it and it shows. The tires look pretty fresh, I actually may have put them on there but other than that it seems totally original.
I'm not sure yet what I plan to do with it. Maybe just clean it, tune it up and enjoy it? Get rid of the drop bars, throw some fenders on it and make it more of a cruiser/commuter?
First things first. I'm going to get some air into the tires, ride it around and then put it in the basement to prep for its winter overhaul, whatever that turns out to be.
