More desireable bike, less desireable condition
Unlike too much of a good thing, it seems I'm aspiring to plenty of not great things. Last year, I adopted the Huffy mountain bike and set about making it functional with no parts swap, although I recently replaced the left crankarm with the egged bottom bracket taper for a similar steel one that was in the Bike Lab scrap metal pile. I was tempted to see if a soda can sleeve could make it stay on without tightening every half hour, but temptation is overrated. I've had, and hope to continue having, fun with that bike, and it reinforced my tenant that a not-so-good set of wheels can still be better than walking in sufficient ways, but yes, nicer bikes are, well, nicer. Good design works. And works. And works. And sits in the rain, and snow, without shelter. And rusts. Even a nicer quality bike has its limitations, and I may be setting out to probe those. May is move out month for the five, alas, with the impending closure of Hampshire, soon to be four, colleges in the area. With...









