When I ride my pieced together SS with its missed
matched wheels , it takes me back to my youth.
The time I built a bike from parts salvage from trash piles.
I’d pick up bike frames , wheels or whatever bike related I could find walking home from school . We lived four or five miles from school . I prefer to walk instead of riding the bus .
The neighborhood my school was located In was more upscale than the mill village I grew up in and people over there would throw away something and buy new rather than fix it .
One mans trash is another mans treasure.