new old bike needs transplant(s)

18 Jul

ignorance is bliss. i used to make wedding cakes. i had experience in decorating when i got the job, but i didn’t know how to make wedding cakes. so i needed training. but i am creative and resourceful, so once i was trained in the basics and flying solo, if i didn’t know exactly what tool to use to create the look i was going for, i would wing it using whatever means possible and in doing so, get the same effect. (and the owner was very often gone doing…who knows? so guidance was…lacking). this doesn’t fly with people who “know” what they’re doing. it was disconcerting to my boss that i used different means to get the same result in the same amount of time, often less.

okay, my point? as you’ve been hearing about almost continuously: i bought an old french bike. and when qualifying this bike, it is most important to hear the parts “old” and “french”. no status symbol. no, that it’s not. it is, however, complicated. here’s why: when i bought this bike, i knew nothing about it or any other bike. i just knew i wanted an old “classic” to commute to work and to spin around town. since then, i’ve been in the bike shop asking questions like a three year old on the seventh straight day of a sugar high.

far less ignorance. i now know she was a titch expensive in her condition. liiiikkkke, she should have been close to free. the bike requires some work which requires some parts that are…how shall i say? obscure to say the least. this is where ignorance and bliss enter. when i bought the sweet old motobecane, she was perfect and beautiful and that’s why i love her.  to trained eyes at the bike shop, she’s assessed as haggard and i paid too much. it’s like really diggin’ on someone, you’ve been dating awhile and then the family meets him. you are sparkling with anticipation for everyone  to love him as much as you do and, at a covert moment, have a little sibling huddle in or near the restroom and…they’re concerned with your choices.

yeah. oh don’t get me wrong, i’m in love with her. i had visions of the bike guy’s eyes softening and watering a little bit as he took in her graceful beauty. he didn’t. like a physician he delivered the facts. but when i heard how flawed she is, i’m not gonna lie, i thought about bringing her back. yeah, no. i can’t do it. i can’t. we’ve bonded.

the truth is, she just needs a couple transplants…and she’ll be the rare beauty i believe she is. (you can’t get into a relationship and want to change someone. but you can with a bike.) so transplants…the only way to fix her. because the parts are “old” and “french” and obscure. and, of course, there is loyalty and protectiveness towards her. she’s my bike. and…she’s named: freya oolong (thank you Vesper in Limbo, for the fabulous Scandinavian first name.) and thanks oolong for the caffeinated inspiration and mental clarity (i’m fickle with my tea. it was yerba maté…but we broke up. oolong is my new morning muse.)

so i checked out community bikes, e bay, etc. and no luck. i’m not into bidding. too much time. but i am into treasure hunts and good deals. and today?! on craigslist, if all goes well, by a stroke of pure…timing, i found a motobecane “parts bike”. not only that, but it’s also cheap aaaaannnnd local. sweet! here’s freya oolong’s donor:

1970’s motobecane mixte “parts bike”

this lovely mixte matches freya’s part type exactly. she would be the recipient of at least three to four parts which would restore her to perfect health. keep her in your thoughts!


6 Responses to “new old bike needs transplant(s)”

  1. Vesper de Vil July 18, 2010 at 8:55 am #

    Awesome name! 🙂

    And congrats on finding Freya’s transplant “organs”!

    • heatherfrendo July 18, 2010 at 2:29 pm #

      yes, freya fits her! thanks so much for the suggestion. i’m still anxiously awaiting contact from the “donors”…tough to be patient!

  2. gonecycling July 21, 2010 at 2:13 am #

    Oh yes – now that’s a proper bike. So glad to find someone else who loves with their bike and happy to say so. I have five and I love them all in different ways. If I had to pick a favourite, though, it’d be my 1930s-style ‘path racer’ – three gears, leather saddle, the works. Not fast, but such a joy to ride. Keep us posted on the restoration work.

    • heatherfrendo July 21, 2010 at 7:58 am #

      hi nick,
      a-ha! so like a surfer with their quiver of boards so too is the cyclist? five bikes…how fun! such freedom to be on a bike and more time to live and observe on the way to wherever you go (especially work!) thank you for reading my blog nick! take care. ~heather

      • gonecycling July 21, 2010 at 9:03 am #

        Surfers too, huh? Glad to hear we cyclists aren’t alone. I reckon five bikes is a good working minimum: I was up to seven at one time. And yes, the freedom is the best part. Great blog, by the way.

      • heatherfrendo July 21, 2010 at 10:54 pm #

        oh no, cyclists are not alone! my sweetie is a surfaholic and has about six or seven boards. there is a method to the madness i guess?

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