After yesterday's unimpressive ride on the orange Everton, I forced myself up the garage attic stairs this morning to root through my stash and came back down with a black swept back bar and a shorter stem.
What a difference. The 'Old Fart Lefsa Special' felt like a different, and better, bike from yesterday. Which is weird because I pulled those bars off of a different bike because I didn't like how the bike rode with them. I guess I found the right combo. I'm still not 100% sold on the old white Troxel saddle, but it is kind of butt friendly. So far. We'll see what my heinie feels like once I get the okay to go some distance.
Until I can talk Mrs.bikamper into cutting me some vinyl graphics, I'm calling this one done.