Tuesday, September 22, 2009

256 The one that got away.

Putting the basement back together I found a photo from my days at the U of Arizona. That was one sweet bike. A Faggin. I kid you not that was the name of the frame maker. It was the sweetest steel frame ever. In those days Italian frames were the Sh*t. They were the best riding frames . The frames built here at home rode harsh. Aluminum was just starting to come into play and it was either really harsh or just dangerous. Lots of broken aluminum frames. The bike was all Campy Record with wheels I built for the bike. It had tubular tires and sweet fade bar tape. I sold the bike to a buddy of mine 13 years ago. When I sold the bike the wheels had a bit of a wobble and it did not shift very well. But I still miss the bike. It is the one bike I wish I had kept. I put a ton of miles on that frame. Thousands of miles. The year I spent at the U of A I probably put 4 or 5 thousand miles on that frame. Sadly is gone. He sold it. I wish I had known. I would have bought it back in a second.

4 comments:

Ski Bike Junkie said...

Forget the bike, that's a sweet helmet.

Blackdog said...

The Giro. Just like wearing a beer cooler on your head. One crash and it was gone. Barely even bumped my head.

Jube said...

I am sad for you. I will never give up my Zaskar. 11 years later he is still getting me to work and back, but I almost cried when I retired him from trail bike to commuter. Maybe you will be reunited some day.

Awesome photo of you. You look just like Erich. Or I guess Erich looks like you.

Blackdog said...

Amazing what 20 years can do to your adult body. Kids stay away from mashed potato's and beer. At least until you are 40. Then nothing matters. It all makes you fat.