i hate to ever turn my bike on a bicycle. hell, i feel bad enough for the 12 bikes i have to leave at my other house 50 miles away and only get visitation rights every other weekend. at least they are inside and safe, and thats the kind of bicycle empathy i share. nothing more i like to do than build up nothing, turning it into some thing for someone, somewhere.

unfortunatly, when that old bike is destined to go to the big LBS in the sky, i will strip off all useable parts from the bike and clean and rebuild them to use on another bike someday, then haul off the frame to scrap salvagers who can do whatever with it. like a hunter, all its useable parts will be feasted on, and its essence remembered. and iverson or a raleigh.