After heart valve surgery, a kidney transplant, and the trials and travails of running my own firm, I am getting back in the saddle again. My 1989 custom Hollands bike, a longtime resident of the basement, just broke my heart sitting there and doing nothing. A foresaken lover; good thing my wife never kicked her out of the house.
Then along came Baltimore Bicycle Works. Having driven past it many times I stopped in one day and met Tommy and friends who encouraged me to bring the old gal in. So the Hollands went off to Circle A in Rhode Island for a month at the spa and just came back looking prettier than when she was new.
Now she is getting a complete new wardrobe, with hand-built traditional wheels and a Brooks leather saddle. When finished she will be as beautiful as the goddess Athena (as will all her components).
It will be strange to ride again, and the extra pounds added over the years will certainly slow me down. So if you see a heavier guy huffing and puffing on the roads of North Baltimore and central Maryland don't make fun of him. Just tell him how beautiful his old steed still is.
Thanks and glad to be here,