So I was perusing ebay a few weeks ago, looking at the most recently listed complete bikes when up pops this tiny vintage trek somethingerother. $40 buy it now. I see it's in New Jersey, at the beach, kinda near Atlantic City, maybe you've heard of it.
I pull the plug quickly, before one of you freaks came upon it. I figured it'd be gone quicker than those free brooks saddles a few years ago (what ever happened to whathisname from brooks who used to post here?).
I paid the seller right away. Sent the seller a nice note too saying thanks, and could I come by this week to get it?
I figured I'd take the wife and kids down , spend some time at the beach, teach my two year old how to play craps, go get the bike and drive home.
A few days go by and no word from the seller. A week goes by and I email him again.
"Yo seller? Can I come get my bike sometime soon?"
Seller's response, a few days later - "I havent received your payment"
Me, right away - "Yes you did, I paid you right after the auction ended, here the paypal details.."
Seller response, a few days later - "I have your payment, you can come either tomorrow before 2 or the next day before noon. I've behind the Dairy Queen."
Well, thanks. Thanks for not acknowledging you had my payment all along. Thanks for giving me a whole 48 hours to come pick up my bike. Thanks for telling me you live behind Dairy Queen, that's very descriptive. Thanks for doing this all weeks after I paid for my item, and the day before fathers day weekend.
I emailed him back and explained I couldnt come those days, but perhaps one day the next week?
A few days later - "I'm not here during the week. Want to just cancel the auction since you can't come get it?"
Me - "No, I'll come get it eventually."
So, then this past week I find out I'm going to be working in New Jersey the following week. I'll just go get it then!
Stupid me, I figured it's in Jersey, so the place i'll be working won't be far from the bike. I didn't bother mapping it.
Tuesday I got to my contract job, in Chester, NJ. At lunch I map Somers Point, NJ.
It's 133 miles away!
It was something like 70 miles away from my house outside Philly.
What an idiot.
So Tuesday night I go get this thing. I drive for over two hours after my job. I don't even have a hotel figured our for after work, I'll sort that out when I get back.
I drive all the way to Somers Point. First of all, I have never been to a "Beach town" that was a bigger crap hole than SOmers point, with the possible exception of Atlantic City, where no one ever goes outside or to the beach so it doesnt really matter. I was afraid I was going to get mugged when I was loading the bike, which the guy was nice enough to leave on his porch after some arm pulling.
Every person appeared to be on crack. Maybe the seller was on crack, though I will say that his house from the outside was one of the nicer ones on the block. It was in fact, in relative closeness to a Dairy Queen. Thanks for that.
I consider driving home 70 miles instead of almost twice that back to the job, but I don't bother. I drive all the way back to Chester NJ, find out there are no hotels there, and then drive another 20 miles to another town and find a crappy motel that only has smoking rooms and stinks not unlike the fine residents of Somers Point.
it's 12:30am now. So in short:
-I drove over 260 miles round trip to pick up a Trek because I'm an idiot.
-I paid for my item right away, but couldnt get the seller to give it to me for damn near a month later because the seller is an idiot or an ass.
-I slept in a crappy, smoke smelling hole in the wall motel for 5 hours, because of this bike.
-this bike isnt my size (about 15cm too small), and to be honest, it's pretty much not really even that cool.
-That Reynolds sticker I saw in the pick? 501, not 531.
-mostly worthless components, the seat was trash, the brake hoods were too far gone, there is that "by the ocean" rust all over everything.
-I've been dragging this thing around in the back of my car all week, jammed in the back with my '68 Carlton which incorrectly thought I'd have time to ride a little.
-It's probably scratched my Carlton. I don't know for sure, I have no proof, but I just know it did.
I'd told Fender1 that he could have this bike, as he'd been looking for a tiny steel lugged bike for his son.
Well Brian, you can have it. The price is $40 plus gas, damages, lodging, meals, and pain in suffering. that brings the total to $892.57. I'll bring it over this weekend and you can write me a check.
And so I says to myself, I gotta have that $40 bike.