the tinker
Cruisin' on my Bluebird
Just when I figure I'm done with the bikes. . . After a couple fun days of selling at Memory Lane, I'm loading up the truck for the ride home. Two minutes from hitting the road, I notice a young fellow has set up across from me. I spot two old frames. A 30's Schwinn and a Ranger.
I'm out of this hobby as far as buying anymore bikes. Don't want them. But Rangers have a soft spot in my heart. I had a black pre-war Ranger back 1963 that was a favorite. My wife keeps the money while we're at swaps. Had to go back to the truck and ask her for the $140 for this frame. She said, as she handed me the cash, "I thought you were done with bikes?" "Yeah, but Honey, it's a Ranger." Already started sanding it down this morning. Going to paint it black.
Maybe put a Monark springer on it. just like the old days. Here's a Ranger I did a few years back. It's on the shop ceiling.
72, but I'm still a kid at heart. . . .
I'm out of this hobby as far as buying anymore bikes. Don't want them. But Rangers have a soft spot in my heart. I had a black pre-war Ranger back 1963 that was a favorite. My wife keeps the money while we're at swaps. Had to go back to the truck and ask her for the $140 for this frame. She said, as she handed me the cash, "I thought you were done with bikes?" "Yeah, but Honey, it's a Ranger." Already started sanding it down this morning. Going to paint it black.
Maybe put a Monark springer on it. just like the old days. Here's a Ranger I did a few years back. It's on the shop ceiling.
72, but I'm still a kid at heart. . . .
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