There is a homeless man in town who rides a mid-late 70's Paramount. One chrome fender, bars flopped upside down, full Campy record, Pletscher rack held on with metal hose clamps, Brooks saddle, mis-matched platform pedals. He rides it all year long (in Anchorage). Probabaly got it at the Salvation Army and has no idea what it is, but it is his baby.

It sort of makes me think twice about having a garage full of bikes when I really only need one. I try not to think about it much.