I think maybe I will let the bike tell it's own story,

I started off in Waterloo, Quebec, the year was 1975, a collection of British made parts, it was a way my builder could get around high tariffs, in this land. I was boxed up and sent to a place called Toronto, where they spoke another language, English, then sold to a family, who spoke another language again, Hebrew. I was owned by a young man, but ridden occasionally, by his father and then his son, eventually, I ended up at the fathers house, he rode occasionally, but as he got older he slowly stopped riding me, I got moved around and eventually, I got parked behind some old boards, and forgotten. I saw other bikes over the years, then some bicycle enthusiasts moved in and there were several bikes, they lived in another corner of the garage. One of them noticed me, and thought about me, but didn't get around to dealing with me, and I got dirtier and dirtier, my tires were long flat.

Eventually the father was preparing to wheel me to the curb as trash, the tenant spoke to him, and then wheeled me into another corner, where the other bikes were, apparently I had changed owners. He stripped me down to my frame, noted how light it was, and cleaned everything, removed the rust, and painted over the scratches and dings, he cleaned and shined all of my parts, applying fresh lube, and I got new cables, and new tape, and new tires and brake pads, and a new chain, everything was adjusted, and then one day, he pumped up my tires and got on and I could feel the road on my tires, and the wind through my frame, I was back doing what I had been built for. I am 35 years old and feel like a brand new bicycle! I have been moved from Toronto, to another place, and I see snow and ice outside the window, I am on a stand, so I don't go anywhere, but I get a regular workout. A couple of my parts have been replaced, and I have newer wheels speeding here, via the post office, my new owner tells me that a 3:45AM this morning they were in a place called Mississauga, and that they will probably come here on a truck today or tomorrow. They aren't new, but are newer then the rusty ones I have.

I can't wait for the new wheels and to see the road again in the spring.

The Raleigh....