There's so much I could write about...the unique weather, my flat, the JDRF cyclists, the coaches...Instead, I want to share a story that involves a lonely road, a family, and 15-miles out of 100.
When I began cycling back around 1983, I was single, young, and had virtually no responsibilities. I could roll out of bed, throw on some bike clothes and be spinniong down the road in no time flat. Nowadays, it's more like trying to get a diva on stage to perform.
Good news and bad news about my '73 ItalVega
The course was a rolling 1.6-mile loop and the race officials advised us that slower riders would be pulled for safety reasons.
"God," I prayed, "I hope that won't be me!"
Smooth, fluid pedal strokes propelled him uphill with the grace of a gazelle.
In a few hours, I'll be walking my daughter, Christiana (pictured above) down the aisle to be married to Patrick.
For the past several months, friends and family have asked, "How are you doing with giving her away?"
When I was refurbishing this bike, I never in my wildest dream expected it to ride and perform like it is.
Remodel Parameters In moving forward, I had two guidelines: Be true to the original Italian design & components. Honor Mr. Chaney's setup as much as possible. One reason I say this bike is "like" an original Super Record is that as described in my last post, Mr. Chaney opted to switch out some components. To … Continue reading 1973 ItalVega “Super Record”…kinda Pt.2
"Want To See His Italian Bike?" Back in late September, a client I was painting for asked if I wanted to see her Dad's old bike. Days prior, she had noticed my JDRF cycling T-shirt and shared with me her dad's passion for cycling. Putting two-and-two together, I assumed the bike I spotted hanging … Continue reading 1973 ItalVega “Super Record”…kinda. Pt. 1
The Plan I needed to log a solo 60-70 miler to get in shape for my upcoming JDRF ride at Amelia Island, Florida. Friday, I got tagged on a Facebook post about a 73-miler so I commented that I was interested, thinking they were riding in the flatlands of their county. Later, I checked the route … Continue reading Blessing of a Broken Cable