That's it... down to two.
The LeMond went off to a new happy home today.
I spent all day yesterday cleaning it, oiling it up... took it for last "installation lap".
t didn't even really feel like my bike anymore. Guess that ship has sailed.
The young man showed up today and when I took the bike out for him to inspect, his eyes got all big
"It's.. it's beautiful!", he said. So, I asked hime if he wanted to take it for a little spin around in front of the house and the smile he had on his face... the sheer joy as he round it around (and *jumped* on it) reminded me of someone I know. Me. I had that smile the first time I rode it. I was feeling better about the sale. I told him to take it on down the hill and back up sop he could feel how it handled and how it climbed. He was a lot faster than I'll ever be again. His face looked like it was going to crack open any second now.
So, we talked about it for a bit. He admired it, the color (it really is an awfully pretty shade of blue and the livery is so clean) the shape of the tubing. And then he started peeling off the fifties. And that was it, it was gone. It belonged to another now. I'm a bit sad but I'm glad it went to a good home. Now I'm down to a steelie and a carbon.
One thing, though... the two bikes I bought from a bike shop that I despise are out of life.
That's a good thing. Having room in the garage to walk around is good, too.