Our son came home on Saturday to be our designated driver for an event we attended in Napa. We pay him, of course; he's taking 10 hrs. of college courses and works two jobs, and always needs more money. At the end of this month he's moving into San Francisco and has discussed getting a bike for the last couple of months.
Cgallagh and I recognized his need and his lack of funds, and so we gave him our last '98 Specialized Hard Rock Classic. We lent mine to our daughter in '03 to help her get around campus in her senior year. Sadly, despite her efforts to secure it, some low-life stole it.
The one left is the bike that got my back on the road in '05. It's sat neglected for a year or more now. Young cgallagh helped his dad put the platform pedals and reflectors back on, cleaned it up and adjusted it to fit him. It's as satisfying as can be to see a good bike go to a rider who'll really use it, and to know how much he appreciates the gift. I know he'll be putting the hilly city miles on it and look forward to hearing about his adventures.
Now with extra space in the garage, I'm torn between a vintage steel bike and a single-speed. Decisions, decsions...