Originally Posted by RobbieTunes

My brother-in-law asked me to find a poopie for his son. I looked and looked, and none of the poopies seemed right for an upright bass player in a rockabilly band. So I started searching CL, and found an old Fuji that looked particularly neglected, but it fit the bill.

I contacted the seller, and we meet at his apartment complex, go to the "garage" section, and he opens the door to bike junk, stacked floor to ceiling, with about 4 square feet for a repair stand. He pulls the Fuji from the pile, and says "go ahead, test it." I don't. I see signs of fresh wrenching on the headset, bb shell, and calipers, a bit of grease on the frame. The tires look good, the valve stems look new, and it's got pedals with half-toe clips. It had not been cleaned, but it had definitely been worked on. I asked him to ride it, and the 50-something, 5'6 220lb guy hopped on and rode it like he was born on it.

I looked it over and said, "not my cup o' tea, but my nephew wants one for getting around DC." We talked bikes awhile, and he really knew his stuff. I get ready to pay and leave, and he says 'Just take it. I get so many idiots in here, it's nice to just meet a bike nerd with some sense."

In true bike nerd etiquette (and because I was spending my brother-in-law's money), I said "Nope, it's not for me, and it's not my money. Drink it away if you want to, I dont' care." This led to a couple of beers on his patio, and I had to call my wife to come and get me. We picked up my car the next day. She was pretty mad, but it was funny.