Another One Bites The Dust
This is all that’s left of Trixie The Fixie:
I bought this bike (a mid-’80s Raleigh Record Sprint) in October 1989, to replace a stolen Dawes Lightning. Six weeks later, I got arrested in a case of mistaken identity over this bike, subsequently resprayed her white to prevent that ever happening again. Later, when the heat was closing in yet again, she went blue. A couple of years ago, I got a new road bike, and so converted her to fixed wheel as a training / fun-with-a-capital-F fun hack bike.
But it all got too much for the old girl, and toward the end of last summer, evidence of a stress fracture started to show toward the base of the downtube. It was the kind of problem that if it propagated would lead to a big-face-full-of-gravel fall.
So now she’s on the scrap-heap, and there’s a new bike in town - another Dead Poet Bike (that’s a cool tag, isn’t it? I’m thinking of adding a (c) symbol after it!), who’s mad, bad, and dangerous to know.
More about him tomorrow . . .