The CABE CONFESSIONAL Bike Skeletons in the Closet - Share Your Tragic Bicycle Decisions, Regrets

[Thee]

About thirty minutes ago I failed to properly seat a roadbike tire before running up to 105psi.

About twenty minutes ago the friggin thing went off like a grenade and scared me half to death.

Never fly with the Canadian Air Force or the US coast guard I was told 😆🤣😂

 

[Thee]

About thirty minutes ago I failed to properly seat a roadbike tire before running up to 105psi.

About twenty minutes ago the friggin thing went off like a grenade and scared me half to death.

Not bike related , but…when my daughter was young she used play hand ball against our garage door , well her ball needed some air , no prob get the little nipple thing - air compressor ? KABOOM !! 💨💥 ooops !! Omg instant tears !! 😢😭 I started laughing 🤦🏼 It’s ok sweety!! come on ! get in the truck we’ll go get a better one !!!

 

[piercer_99]

3 big ones.

Trading my 1972 Stingray for a Peugeot PX-10LE.

Getting sick of the Peugeot and selling it to buy a beach cruiser.

Selling my 48 Monark Rocket, that I built from a scrap broken frame. Re-braised the frame, 7 speed nexus and deep fenders.

 

[Dreamweaver]

Back in the 90's i refurbished/restored several old ballooners for the Bicycle Barn in Walla Walla WA. I just had an interest but really didnt know what i was doing. I would change out original parts with repop stuff from Maple Island Sales and Memory Lane and just pitch the old parts in the trash. In the process i discarded several prewar speedo's, usable tires, stems and other usable parts. Today, i dont throw anything away when working on old bikes..

In the 90 s concourse restored was the nuts now it’s easier restoration is in a can of Wd40 and a rag…. I love this generation … a lot easier lol

 

[elginkid]

I saved this 1936 Henderson Hollywood by buying all of the painted pieces that were being parted out from Memory Lane. I was young and didn’t have the money to finish it, and sold it. The paint was amazing, and I sold it for less than I had in it. But at least (I hope) it stayed together.

 

[AS-1]

It was 1960 and I was carrying morning and evening paper routes. One night at supper, I told my Father that I was going to buy a motorcycle. He said, "No, you're not." I said, "Yes, I am." He said, "If you buy a motorcycle, you'll regret it."

So I bought a 1952 Harley Hummer. Our equipment shed had a loft. Two of my friends helped me hide it up there and I started working on it when he wasn't around.

I regret that he found my motorcycle.