Foo - Who's getting your bikes when you die?

Yes, you will die.

So, who gets your gear?

I'm sending the Dream to my dad.

The Bianchi is going to the American Diabetes Association to sell for a fundraiser.

I'm immortal, but I may give one away some day ...if I have a ton of them.

The highest bidder

Thats for the next of kin to decide.

That's one helluva a plan you've got when it's for your dad to outlive you!

Unless of course you have some weird disease, then my condolences, I guess you're pretty much hosed.


Yes, you will die.

So, who gets your gear?

I'm sending the Dream to my dad.

The Bianchi is going to the American Diabetes Association to sell for a fundraiser.

probably my children if i have them at that time, or if not then the bike gets placed right next to me.

A bike rack will be cemented next to my grave, and my bikes will be locked to it. ;) :p

ill go steal them^^^^

...bad idea lol

Nobody! With my luck, I'll die in a terrible bike-crash that will leave myself and the bike twisted mass of metal and bone that cannot be seperated so we'll be burried together. Barring that, I'm still be burried with my bike, unless I have a friend or relative who could be comfortable with the idea of riding a bike that has my ashes sealed into the top-tube.

the real question is: who will get me when i die? i plan on being cremated and having my ashes mixed into the carbon fiber mold of a new bike.

My housemate. She's the only woman I know who is tall enough to ride it. My brother's soon to be fiancee is 5 inches shorter than me, so I can't imagine why he'd object.

- i'm taking my Merlin with me, as i have already designated the latitude and longitude for the service at sea...

:-)

What if the Egyptians were right, and you can ride in the afterlife?

What if the Egyptians were right, and you can ride in the afterlife? If that is true, my ghost has to cut the lock on my bikes :p

I'm taking my bikes with me. Everything gets cremated. Seriously.

Koffee

You can pry my bike from my COLD DEAD FINGERS!

If that is true, my ghost has to cut the lock on my bikes :p

:lol: :lol:

Yes, you will die.

Actually, since I have never died, there is no statistical evidence to back up your claim (ie, I plan to live forever, and so far everything is going according to plan). :p

Anyway, dying is pretty low on my priority list, certainly below biking, so I haven't given the disposal of my posessions should it occur very much thought. I guess I'd just let my family squabble over them. It could be the beginning of a great family feud...except for the fact that none of them are as into biking as I am.

I'd imagine it would be my brother, though he already has more bikes than he knows what to do with. And mine would be a little on the small side for him...

You can pry my bike from my COLD DEAD FINGERS!

You can get my bike when you unclip it from my cold dead feet!

I'm taking my bikes with me. Everything gets cremated. Seriously.

Koffee

Brilliant. When my parents discussed their dying plans with me, they said, "Donate what you can, burn the rest and scatter it over a cliff or something". They were talking about the bodies, but I thought for a moment they were talking about all their stuff.

My bikes will go to my children - they'll want them. Any children I have that aren't obsessed with bicycles will be put up for adoption on their 10th birthday; by then they should have shown a sufficient interest.

it's coming with me in my grave :p and let's hear them all sing "tragedy" by the Beegees

I'll be dead, and I won't give a ****.

someone who probably isnt born yet....

Donated to some one who needs it. Or put up in the garage attic for younger generations to awe at and borrow for a ride. Then when they find out the joys of biking they'll bring it out and tune it up and ride old school. :)

My bikes will go to my children - they'll want them. Any children I have that aren't obsessed with bicycles will be put up for adoption on their 10th birthday; by then they should have shown a sufficient interest.

In the old days we worded it "left on a wind swept crag to fend for theirself."

That's one helluva a plan you've got when it's for your dad to outlive you!

Unless of course you have some weird disease, then my condolences, I guess you're pretty much hosed.

I plan on dying in my first race, after I cross the line.

Sorry Fiddy-six. Dying just isn't an option for me. :)

btw - let me know when you plan on riding that race. I like Bianchis and Colnagos. ;)

Sorry Fiddy-six. Dying just isn't an option for me. :)

btw - let me know when you plan on riding that race. I like Bianchis and Colnagos. ;)

Third Saturday of July, downtown Rochester.

Be there.

Mine will be on display at my presidential library when it opens in 2047.

Ron Jeremy if he's still alive.

Ron Jeremy if he's still alive.

+1.

I'll buy him a drink with the money from my estate.

My wife says she's going to have it buried with me. If she can't get them to dig a big enough hole, she's going to chain the bike to my head stone.

Well I'm sure one of them will not be rideable if the crash is bad enough to kill me. As for the other three my wife will probably have to sell them to pay off my funeral.

Oh, if the Enlightenment survives then Siu is welcome to "try" to convince my wife that I left it to her and that we are just "internet buddies".

My brother will get my MTB. The road bikes...I don't know. Anybody want a couple of Carbon Fiber roadies, or a custom TT bike?? Anybody?:p

A bike rack will be cemented next to my grave, and my bikes will be locked to it. ;) :p

Most Excellent.

Third Saturday of July, downtown Rochester.

Be there.

Actually, I will be there. Back in the Flower City July 20-22. If you survive, I'll buy you a Gatorade.

<edit> - Dang. 3rd Saturday is the 15th. I'll have to have my agent hold it for me for a week.

My wife says she's going to have it buried with me. If she can't get them to dig a big enough hole, she's going to chain the bike to my head stone.

No offense, but if your wife doesn't ride, why does she think she'll out-live you? ;)

Can I do some kind of Viking-type funeral, with my body propped ceremoniously on my bike, set fire, then pushed down the hill to the sea, or something?? That'd be rad...

You can pry my bike from my COLD DEAD FINGERS!
Sounds like my dad :p except not about bikes :D

You can pry my bike from my COLD DEAD FINGERS!
Sounds like my dad :p except not about bikes :D

My brother will get my MTB. The road bikes...I don't know. Anybody want a couple of Carbon Fiber roadies, or a custom TT bike?? Anybody?:p
I'll take a TT bike just so i can see if I'm actually faster on it. of course I'd not bet on me outliving you :p

No offense, but if your wife doesn't ride, why does she think she'll out-live you? ;)

:p :p

That's funny. I told her that I need to stay in shape so that when she kicks the bucket, I can land a new honey. (She's now sharpening a knife and mumbling something about how I have to sleep sometime).

:p :p

That's funny. I told her that I need to stay in shape so that when she kicks the bucket, I can land a new honey. (She's now sharpening a knife and mumbling something about how I have to sleep sometime).
:roflmao:

Actually, I will be there. Back in the Flower City July 20-22. If you survive, I'll buy you a Gatorade.

<edit> - Dang. 3rd Saturday is the 15th. I'll have to have my agent hold it for me for a week.

Hold the phone.

It's on the fourth Saturday of June.

Poo.

As of now, my son gets the road bike, my wife is responible for the rest of my fleet.

My sons. They better want to ride 'em after I'm gone. Lazy good for nothin sons-a-*****es. The two year old is so lazy he don't even want to ride his tricycle yet and the eight month old, well, he just poops and drools all day!
I don't know what I'ma gonna do with these brats.

Hold the phone.

It's on the fourth Saturday of June.

Poo.

Nope - will be somewhere in southwest Colorado or southeast Utah when you race. Good luck with it (no need to die).

My sons. They better want to ride 'em after I'm gone. Lazy good for nothin sons-a-*****es. The two year old is so lazy he don't even want to ride his tricycle yet and the eight month old, well, he just poops and drools all day!
I don't know what I'ma gonna do with these brats.
:roflmao: