Hmm. You might be onto something there. That someone might as well be me. As a suburbanite, I've got no street-cred to lose anyway, might as well become a brazen profiteer .

No point in whining when that fratboy, the one that just last week was yelling at me to "Get a car!", shows up at the local watering hole on his hip new fixie. I'll just slide up to the bar, tell him how cool his bike is, and let drop that my "messenger friend" got a desk-job and wants to unload about six of his old, work-bikes, in case he knows anyone that wants one, for the low, low price of $400. He doesn't need to know that I just bought the whole lot of 'em for $50 at the police auction and all I did was yank the brakes, rebuild the wheel with a cheapass track hub, and cut the drops off. Or that I'm going to repeat that same schtick in every hip-hangout within a 20-mile radius. Neither do all his lemming friends who will be rushing forth with Daddy's cash in hand, to hop on the bandwagon.

Work on 'em in the evenings after work, could probably churn out about 5 or 6 a week. Three universities and at least as many community-colleges (might have to lower the price there) all within' 20 miles. I could have a nice bit of supplemental income until this trend flames out.

Time to hit the police auction. Now where can I find a bunch of track hubs and cogs dirt-cheap...


-Trevor