At my house the bikes always out number people, 4 to 1. There was a time when we were just out of college that the value of our bicycles far exceeded the worth of any car we owned.
So, when we were getting ready for the beach, I knew I really didn't want to take my racing bike. I love that bike (pics another day), my husband custom built it for me. It's a metallic green, sort of a wasabi color, but it has 700c tires, tight toe clips and not really good for me to ride on unfamiliar terrain.
So, when I mentioned this to my husband, his eyes lit up. My husband has more stray bike parts than most people have nuts and bolts. He put himself through grad school as a bicycle mechanic and used to be quite a good racer.
So, he disappeared to the basement for a few evenings and surfaced with my new/old bike. I love her! She's understated, yet still quite fast. I don't know how old the frame is, but at one point it was ridden by a licensed rider and still sports the USCF sticker.
I logged about 60 miles while we were away. Now my husband rode about 175 miles that week. We ride together, then he takes me home and continues onward.
One of the coolest things about that bike is that it was in a triathalon. Now, I will never enter a triathalon because although I am a pretty fair swimmer, I can't run to save my life. It is good to know however that my bike has enjoyed being in one!
