My old bike was a POS. Dented rims, scuffed frame, Frankenstein’s bicycle hodgepodge of parts. Even the tires, though they were really nice, were definitely at the end of their life. Long story short, I thought nobody could want this bike but me. The bike was a hunk, but it used to be my dad’s, I practically grew up on that bike, I learned to turn a wrench on it.
Still got stolen.
Funny enough I did replace it with a $20 thrift store bike.
My old bike was a POS. Dented rims, scuffed frame, Frankenstein’s bicycle hodgepodge of parts. Even the tires, though they were really nice, were definitely at the end of their life. Long story short, I thought nobody could want this bike but me. The bike was a hunk, but it used to be my dad’s, I practically grew up on that bike, I learned to turn a wrench on it.
Still got stolen.
Funny enough I did replace it with a $20 thrift store bike.