Well it all started when I was a sophomore in high school(2010) I was on the bus ride home when I noticed an older 10 speed on the porch of an obvious pack rad or hoarder as some may call it. Well for three long years it sat and during that time period I had grown to an obsession restoring and riding old ten speed from the 70's and 80's. So after graduating in May of 2013 I rode my 1988 Schwinn Sprint every day back and forth the same boring route. So one day I decided to go ahead and knock on the door and ask about the bicycle. I saw a large dog at the back door chained up and it wouldn't quit barking. There was no way I was going that way. The front door was somewhat blocked by cardboard boxes and I finally saw the brown Peugeot racing bike up close for the first time. I still don't remember the model but it was love at first site and I had to have it. About the only thing wrong with it was the dry rotted flat tires. I knocked for about five minutes and left continuously coming back for the next two weeks with no sign of anybody home. I then went to the neighbors and asked the little old man who lived next door. He was hard of hearing and kept forgetting what I said and what my name was. So his wife gave me a phone number and told me to ask for John. I called as soon as I got home and he answered! I asked him about the bike on his porch and he said that he didn't want to get rid of it because maybe he would ride it someday. Bummed out, I got my first paycheck that week and called again telling him I have cash. He yelled at me in anger and told me he wanted to keep it. So I rode my bike the same route as always and the bike wasn't there no more. I guess he thought I was going to steal it or something. He was a dick, yes, and very selfish. I cant believe he is going to let that thing die untouched. I still think about it to this day and wish I had a Peugeot 10 speed.
P.S It looked similar to the one pictured (I just pulled of google images) except the one I was wanting had a leather brown colored frame.