When my dad was 14 years old, he bought himself a new bicycle to commute to his after-school job. His commute was about 3 miles down dirt roads to a neighboring farm. His job was to call the cows into the barn for the evening.
Anyhow, the bike has been sitting in my Grandpa’s barn for almost 40 years. I was home for Easter yesterday and asked him about it. So we got it out, put some air in the tires, and rode it around the yard.
The gears shift, the tires hold air. The brakes are pretty much non-functional, and the dynamo-lighting is not working. I hosed it off and sprayed it down with bike lust, and it looks like it will be a perfectly serviceable bicycle once I get the brakes fixed.
Sadly, it’s a touch too small for me. It will probably fit Brandi OK. I’ll keep it around in case short people drop by and want to go for a bike ride.