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Vacaciones, la Segunda

We just got back from another week at our seashore vacation spot. We did a fair amount of riding again and we had a great time.

I wrote before about how people ride there with no concept of any rules of the road. This time, I almost had an accident with another cyclist. I was riding on the right side of the road down a street that is signed as a bike route. I came to a red light, slowed down and signaled that I was turning right. I looked ahead of me and to the left and proceeded to turn right. Well, a guy on a road bike had snuck up on my right side and was trying to pass me on the right and go through a red light. I didn't hit him, but it was close.

We took a day trip to another nearby seaside town to visit friends. I saw lots of people on bikes. This town also put up loads of small signs on the road to remind cyclists to ride on the road, ride on the right, stop at red lights and stop signs and to use lights at night. We didn't spend enough time in that town to see whether the signs had a generally positive effect on riders' behaviors, but it couldn't hurt.

The Machines of Experience

I think about my bicycles quite often. Recently, a very basic and simple idea occurred to me. Bicycles are experience machines. The time (and sometimes money) I spend on building and maintaining different bikes allows me to have positive experiences that I value. It’s worth the effort – the payoff is unique and great.

Each bike in my fleet has been built with a specific purpose in mind. (The Schwinn Le Tour is an exception. I bought it brand new and I have only changed the tires and stem and added racks.) With each build, a new possibility is available to me.

I bought my first real bike (Schwinn le Tour) from a bike shop almost four years ago. Through it I found a type of exercise I enjoy, a more extensive knowledge of the geography of my area and a sense of confidence as I reached various cycling goals.

Last summer I built a mountain bike. It’s a fully rigid, steel frame of unknown manufacture (I’m pretty sure it’s a Giant, though I don’t know if it was branded as such or was manufactured by them for another company). That bike allowed me to begin exploring some great off-road terrain in my area. I loved mountain biking immediately and every time I get out on that bike I feel like I am treating myself.

My “townie” bikes have allowed me to complete errands without driving. I love being able to sneak in a little riding time whenever I can. It’s not exactly high adventure, but it’s good for me.

Late last summer I also finished a singlespeed road bike build. It was a revelation. I found that I could do a lot more with one gear than I thought I could. It was also one of the rare builds where almost everything worked exactly right for me right away. I did end up switching to slightly more narrow tires, but the moustache bars/riser stem/25” road frame combination was perfect immediately.

Even though most of my bikes are built from frames and parts found in the garbage or online for low prices, I still would be reluctant to ride them in the winter. I was having a great riding fall last year and I didn’t want to stop when the snow came. I built a winter beater out of an old Raleigh Grand Prix frame and I learned a lot about layering wool clothing.

Early this summer I finished my touring bike. It’s based on a very tall (24”) Ross mountain bike frame. I got the frame and fork from ebay a while ago for $6 plus shipping. After overcoming a stuck bottom bracket cup (thank you propane torch) I built it up with trekking bars, front and rear racks and an insanely low climbing gear (24 X 34). Two weeks ago, I took it on a sub 24-hour overnighter (s24o) to test it out. Touring was one of the things that I was interested in when I got into cycling as an adult. This bike will be my ride for more s24o adventures this summer and possibly a multi-night tour.

I finished a (sort of) cross bike build recently, too. I found a Raleigh 700c hybrid frame in a dumpster two years ago. It took me a while to decide what to do with this bike until I realized that it would make a great cross-type bike. It has a triple crankset and slightly larger than ‘cross –legal tires, but I don’t plan to race it. I went on a lovely mixed-surface exploration ride and this bike did all that I wanted it to do. It was fine off-road and fine on the pavement. None of my other bikes could have done as well.

My last personal project (for now) is a lightweight go-fast type of bike. I was given a Viscount Aerospace Pro last year by a neighbor. He had let it sit in his backyard for a while, so my first order of business was to make it ride-able. It wasn’t as bad as it could be; I only needed to replace the saddle, tires, chain and some cables. It rode pretty well and seemed light and fast. The frame size was in the lower end of my size range, so I thought it might make a good go-fast bike. I got down to work and did a 700c wheelset conversion, a bar and stem swap (I had some Cinellis on hand) and an installation of a racing saddle and aero levers. The initial test ride of this set up seems to confirm my expectations for speed and agility.

Pic from 2009. This is the initial basic build to determine some of the frameset's characteristics.

Thinking about all the things I can do with my bikes motivates me to do more building and refining of completed builds. I’m grateful to have found an active hobby about which I am passionate. Cycling adds so much to my life and is good for my mental and physical health. I am also encouraged to complete more donation bikes so that others might be able to have positive experiences, too.

Vacaciones, todo que me gusta

My family and I spent a week by seashore earlier this summer. The weather was great, the beach was nice and I found money in the street almost every day. I was also very happy to be in a place where this sculpture is one of the first things people see when they arrive in town:

Around the corner from the sculpture is this awesome mural:

Check out some of the details:

Additionally, there was a bike parade (that we missed):

I’ve written about this town before, in my Personal Bike History, Part 3. People on bikes are everywhere. There are racks all over the place and many bike rental places. There’s a boardwalk on the beach and bikes are allowed on it until noon. It’s a popular morning activity.

The main type of bicycle in use is the beach cruiser. There are a few comfort bikes and some mountain bikes and road bikes here and there, but the coaster brake single-speed cruiser is the most common.

Helmet use is pretty rare. I’m of the opinion that helmet use by adults is a personal choice. I am also in favor of laws and ordinances that require children to wear them. My wife and I didn’t wear helmets during previous visits (though we do wear them at home). We brought our helmets and wore them every time this year because our daughter is at an age where she would notice if we were helmetless.

I didn’t see many helmets, but I saw even less lycra, spandex or other “cycling” clothing. I only noticed one woman on the boardwalk riding a hybrid while wearing biker shorts and gloves. Generally, it doesn’t matter to me what people choose to wear when they ride, as long as they are riding. It’s cool that the majority in regular clothes, though.

This resort town has one really good bike shop. This store had a widest selection of racks and baskets I’d ever seen in person. I had been thinking about purchasing a Wald basket for one of my townie bikes, so I bought it there for a good price.

I’d be willing to bet that the locals or long-term summer residents ride because it’s the easiest way to get around. Parking a car is a hassle and with flat topography and so many racks around the bike option makes sense. It’s nice to see a huge bike rack in front of the supermarket. It’s even nicer to see that so many of the spaces are being used.

Maybe the tourists only ride once a year, during their summer vacations. Perhaps their experiences on bikes here will encourage some to get into it at home. It certainly played a part in my interest in cycling.

One slight negative aspect is a lack of understanding regarding a bicycle’s place in traffic. I saw a fair amount of sidewalk riding and bike salmoning (riding against traffic in the street) as well as the usual red-light running and stop sign ignoring. This is almost so common that the drivers don’t know how to react to a cyclist riding in the street and observing traffic laws.

Anyway, I like it there. It’s not exactly “bike culture” or the stuff of a bike advocate’s utopian dream, but to see people riding and enjoying bikes is OK to me.

Here are some photos of some interesting bikes that I saw during vacation. I only managed to snap a few pictures of locked bikes when I remembered to bring the camera. I wish I had taken one of the flat-bar converted Huffy Windsprint (my first road bike) I saw one day, but I had left the camera behind that morning. I also should have photographed an example of a popular bike trend there – really high handlebars. Many cruisers have a stem extender that puts the bars way high. I don’t know if this is a popular practice in other resort towns, but more than a few bikes in this location had that feature.


Two old cruisers with racks for carrying surfboards. The one on the right shows a high handlebar, but this is a rather tame example.

Que rapido, pero como se dice bent fork in Czech?

So twisty.

Awesome double toptube action.

Book Review – Hey Mom, Can I Ride My Bike Across America? by John Seigel Boettner (1990, Siegel Boettner Fulton)

In 1986, Californian Middle School Social Studies teacher John Seigel Boettner and his wife Lynn led a group of five twelve- and thirteen-year olds in a bike tour across the United States. Hey Mom, Can I Ride My Bike Across America? is Mr. Seigel Boettner’s 439 page account of the trip. It is a well-crafted and enjoyable read.

I’m quite fond of bike touring books and this one is one of my favorites. A few characteristics of the book are pretty unique to this genre. First of all is the group. Most touring memoirs focus on an individual adult or perhaps a pair of adult cyclists. I’ve never read a touring book that includes the experiences of children.

This book is also unique in the way that the journey unfolds. John Seigel Boettner takes his time telling the story of the trip. It seems as if every single day is described in some way and never is an amount of time glossed over or condensed. It is a testimony to John’s great skill as a writer that it never feels bogged down or tedious. All of the events are related in a way that holds the reader’s interest. This is probably the slowest-moving touring book I’ve ever read (and I’ve read almost fifty at this point). It stands in contrast to a book like Thunder & Sunshine by Alistair Humphreys which moves from South Africa to England via South America, North America, Asia and Europe in almost 100 less pages.

The Seigel Boettners and their students have many important experiences along the way. There are the usual weather events, mechanical failures and illnesses to overcome, of course. But as in so many good touring books, the most important aspect of the trip is meeting people. Senators, waitresses, mechanics, Amish farmers all make a lasting impression on the members of the group as they see their country from the saddles of their bikes.

I remember the summer of 1986 pretty well, too. I was just a year or so older than the kids in this book and I went on a week-long snorkeling excursion with a group from my summer camp. While not nearly as large an undertaking as riding a bicycle across America, I have many lasting and positive memories of that time. One often gets the impression when reading a touring book that this is the tale of a (if not the) high point in a person’s life. The journey related in this book was probably that moment in seven lives.

An explanation

I’ve been meaning to get back to “Things Found in the Street” for a while now. When I began the blog at the first of the year, it was not really my intention to go at it for only a month and a half.

I stopped writing because of an incident that happened in my neighborhood. It occurred while I was walking the dogs one night and for a while afterwards I kept thinking about it. I wrote a little about what happened, but I couldn’t bring myself to publish it. Even now as I write this post with the intention of starting “Things Found in the Street” again, I am not sure if I will publish what I wrote.

Anyway, I am well and my family is, too. We are in the middle of a great summer and I have a lot of things about which I want to write, so here goes the blog once again….

Why Salvation Army?

As I’ve stated in this blog previously, I am not a spiritual or religious person. I am an Atheist. The Salvation Army is obviously a church-based organization and evangelism is a part of its mission. Why then do I donate many of my bicycles to this organization that is antithetical to my belief system?

I hope that my bikes will end up in the hands of people who need them. I think that the Salvation Army store to which I donate bikes is in the best position to get them to the needy. The store is located just on the city line. It’s in a working-class neighborhood and the people that shop there (generally) are shopping there out of need.

There are other Salvation Army stores and thrift stores run by other organizations in my area that are in “nicer” neighborhoods and they seem to cater to a different clientele – wealthier people looking for bargains or harder-to-find goods. In my opinion, there’s nothing wrong with this approach for it brings in needed revenue for the charity.

When I donate a bike, it goes directly out to the floor. I’ve witnessed families buying the bicycles within moments of my donation. The kids were so excited, it made me feel great! I’ve also been asked for a bike before I even wheeled it into the store. I had no problem giving it away right there, directly.

Occasionally, I’ll drop by the store and look around. Only once have I seen one of my donated bikes there a few weeks after I brought it in.

I’ve given my local store 44 bicycles since 2006.

Twice I have seen bikes that I’ve given to the Salvation Army out “in the wild.”

The first time, I saw a kids’ bike that I had fixed for sale at a yard sale near my neighborhood. That was slightly disappointing. The guy obviously bought the bike and was trying to resell it for a profit (he has yard sales frequently and no children). I talked to the seller and told him that I had built that bike and given it to charity in the hopes that a needy kid in the city would get it. He seemed to get the idea and I’ve not seen any more of my bikes for sale from him again.

The second time, I saw a girls’ mountain bike that I repaired being ridden down the street by an older man. He had a big grin on his face – he was obviously enjoying the ride. Perhaps it was his first bike ride in many years. This has motivated me to keep up with the work!

I’ve gotten into discussion on online message boards regarding donating bikes to thrift stores. Some people claim that it’s not the most effective way to get them to the needy and that there is a lot of corruption and waste at these shops. That’s probably true for some stores in some locations, but I am convinced that most of my donations are getting to the people.

I’ve been told that a bike co-op or similar is the best place for giveaway bikes. We did have a program like that in a nearby city. I gave them some frames and wheels. Unfortunately, I think they’ve moved to a new location and are not functioning at this time. I’ve heard about another program in the city to which I am closest and I might look into donating some of my better quality bicycles.

The title for Jacquie Phelan’s food blog, “Salivation Army,” is a brilliant pun.

Meandering is good

“Ride only when you feel like it.”
-Grant Petersen, “Tips For Happy Riding” (Rivbike.com)

“Ride on your own terms. Don’t think, “It’s a sunny Saturday, I have a fantastic bicycle, I
must ride forty miles.” You’ll have more fun (and you will ride more often!) if you ride
only when you feel like it. Your bike isn’t the boss of you!”
-Grant Petersen, 2010 Rivendell Catalog (Rivbike.com)


Last Sunday was sunny and in the 30s (Fahrenheit) in my area. It was warmer than the day before, with slightly less wind. I had some free time in the afternoon, so I felt like I should get out for a ride. The thing is I didn’t really feel like putting on several layers of wool and such. So, I threw a fleece over my regular clothes and hopped on the winter beater.

There are times when I have a clear goal or destination for a ride. I either follow an established route or I plot a new one on Mapmyride.com.

I didn’t feel like riding like that. I had no real plan. I simply wandered north, taking a different street than I usually do. I meandered down to a short stretch of bike path that wanders along a river. I scooted over to a park and rode on the grass (frozen, covered with a crust of old snow). I rode along another part of the river, then down a wide road with a good shoulder. Back on to another section of the bike path, I went back and forth under the tunnel, enjoying the feel of the bike along the pavement and laughing as I jumped snow banks like a kid.

I had only intended to go out for a short one. I came home an hour later. Short by summer standards, but this is February.

I had a great time.

I have no idea how many miles I covered; the winter beater doesn’t have a computer. With all the off-road exploring I can’t go back and put a route into mapmyride to determine the mileage. I don’t really care.

I found two pennies. Meandering is good.

Personal Bike History Part 3 - Adulthood

After I graduated from college I didn’t think much about bicycles for a while. I started working in my chosen field. I drove a lot. I had a pretty far commute for work. I was also in a band that travelled for gigs. I was the main van driver and I spent many hours behind the wheel.

Eventually my heavy gigging days came to an end. Around this time I had a roommate that moved out and she left behind a bike. It was a dark green Royce Union Savoy – a department store “mountain” bike. The wheels were bent, so she never rode it. I got the wheels fixed at a bike shop and decided to try and ride it around town. I got a seat post rack so that I could carry stuff. I occasionally rode this bike for errands and exercise. I would ride to the post office (I was selling a lot on ebay at this time) and on a multi-use path.

The bike did not inspire me to keep riding, though. It was very heavy and it didn’t fit me very well. The wide knobby tires provided much rolling resistance. I often felt sore, tired and winded after riding this bike. I attributed this feeling to the fact that I was out of shape. I had a mental image that riding was painful if you weren’t in top physical condition. The bike spent a lot of time chained to a fence in my backyard.

During this time I made my first visits to Europe as an adult. I visited Norway, Sweden, Finland, Iceland and Denmark in two separate summer trips. I saw a lot of bicycles in use (especially in Copenhagen, of course). The bicycle began to creep back into my consciousness.

While visiting a friend in Finland, we borrowed two of the family’s bikes to ride into town one evening. We had so much fun exploring the area on two wheels. I have a fond memory of scooting around the town in the glorious evening light of Scandinavia.

I wish I had been a cyclist during this period of my life. I was single, I had time and a little bit of money. My trips to Scandinavia, great as they were, would have been so much better if they were bike tours. I probably didn’t really know what bike touring was, though.

I went through a motorized two-wheel transport phase before I became a full-fledged bicycle enthusiast. My wife (fiancé at the time, actually) decided to buy a new Vespa scooter. It was so fun to ride. I soon bought one of my own, a Genuine Stella which is a metal bodied, manual shifting copy of a late 70s Vespa. I really liked it. I rode it to work, I rode it around town. We quite stylishly arrived at our wedding rehearsal on scooters. When I wasn’t riding it, I spent a lot of time reading books, magazines and websites about scooters.

Scootermania lasted for about a year and a half.

A few things contributed to its demise. First of all, my wife became unenthusiastic about the scooter. Hers was somewhat unreliable mechanically and it visited the shop a few times in that first year. She decided to sell the Vespa after one year of ownership. We also bought a house that did not have a garage. I kept my scooter under a tarp in the backyard (not exactly secure) and I sometimes parked it in the basement (not exactly safe).

Slowly, I began to think that I might enjoy bicycles more than scooters.

We visited two summer vacation places where bikes are popular – one in the mountains and one by the ocean. We didn’t ride in the mountains, but we did rent a tandem to ride on the boardwalk by the sea. The tandem was old, out of proper adjustment and not sized well for us (me in particular) but it was fun. Then, pretty soon after we married, we visited some friends in an urban area. We had our morning coffee near a multi-use path and we saw many families enjoying their bikes. I remember seeing a bike with a kid trailer behind it and I knew that was what I wanted. My wife and I planned to have a child someday and I couldn’t see myself EVER transporting my darling offspring on a scooter. It didn’t seem safe. I felt confident in my scooter driving ability and I didn’t think that I took unnecessary risks on it but I didn’t trust the car drivers around me. Suddenly, the scooter didn’t seem like the proper choice for a person well on his way to having a family.

I began feeling envious of cyclists that I passed on my scooter. I liked the idea of getting away from the gasoline engine and the simple mechanics of the bicycle was also appealing. I was intimidated by working on the scooter myself. Bikes were a different story. I had tinkered around with them as a kid and I thought the bicycle was something I could understand.

Eventually the above reasons plus the realization that I could make some quick cash made me come to the decision that I should sell the scooter. I told myself that I would replace it with a bicycle.

The scooter was sold on ebay for a fair price, ironically to a young, new father.

I began doing research and visiting bike shops. Luckily, the first one I visited made a great impression on me and it became my favorite bike shop. I was impressed by the salespeople and I liked the feeling of the place. I liked that the staff urged me to take my time and to test ride many bikes before making a decision. They provided lots of great advice. For example, I was of the impression that I should by a hybrid and work my way up to a road bike. One of the salesmen urged me to consider a touring bike instead, pointing out that the more comfortable geometry and wider tires would provide a more accessible ride. I saw his point, but I wasn’t ready to commit the resources towards a full-fledged touring bike like the Surly Long-Haul Trucker he suggested. I wasn’t sure I was going to stick with cycling.

While I was researching, I was also attempting to ride my Royce Union Savoy occasionally. I was not doing well. I was having trouble riding the thing to a park only a few miles from here. I remember feeling exhausted after riding. After test riding some bikes at the shop, I knew that this bike wasn’t helping me any.

I made a database of all the bike models that I came across. I compared wheelbase lengths, chainstay lengths, tire widths, gearing and frame materials. I was pretty much locked in to purchasing a bike from my favorite bike shop because I had received some gift certificates to that store from family. Luckily they carry quite a few bike lines and they have a wide selection of inventory.

I settled on the 2007 Schwinn LeTour. I didn’t notice it at first; the 2007 Schwinn catalog was pretty poorly designed and none of their bikes appealed to me all that much. When I got into the specifics, however, I knew I had found my entry-level road bike. I liked the relaxed geometry, the 700 X 25c tires (with room for something a little larger) and the rack braze-ons. I wasn’t thrilled about an aluminum frame, but I chose the model with a steel fork. A winter sale came up at the shop and I got my gift certificates together and bought the thing. I am very glad that I did. That bike has been perfect for me. It’s my main bike and it will be for many years to come.

Things Found in the Street – multi-modal commuting edition

Having a basement full of bikes found in the garbage can come in handy.

A few summers ago, I had to catch a flight at the airport. My wife was out of town (I was flying to meet her, actually) and I didn’t want to ask anyone to drive me because the flight was in the middle of a business day. I could have driven myself to the airport and left my car in long-term parking, but the cost would be high. A taxi would be expensive, too. Additionally, I was planning to drive home from my destination – if I left my car there it would require an additional trip back to get it.

My house is a bikeable distance to the airport, but what would I do with the bike while I was out of town?

I did a little research and I discovered that there is a bus that runs to the airport from a central location in the city to which my town is adjacent. That location is just a few miles from my house. The solution: ride a junker to the bus stop, leave it unlocked for whoever wants it, get on the bus and go to the airport!

I probably could have worked out the bus schedule and taken a city bus from my house to the second buss that went to the airport. Ah, that’s complicated and not nearly as fun as this plan.

I picked a step-through Huffy for the job. It was way too small for me, but I only had a few miles to go. I made it to the bus stop with plenty of time to spare. I left the bike unlocked and leaning against some parking meters across the street from the bus stop. I watched it for about a half an hour from across the street. People walked by, but no one paid any attention to the poor little Huffy. Eventually the bus came. I got on it and went to the airport.

I half expected to see the bike still sitting there when I rode by that spot a few weeks later. Of course it was gone.

I would do this again if I ever need to get to the airport. The supply of Huffys in the garbage doesn’t seem to be dwindling.

Eternal Flame (2004)

I see many broken plastic lighters discarded in the street. Here’s a metal one (Zippo?) that I find a few years ago. It’s inscribed with the romantic words “to my eternal flame 2004.”

Every time I see this thing I think of the Bangles song of the same name. If you are of a certain age, that song is probably stuck in your head right now. So here’s a bit of music history for you:

The Bangles - Eternal Flame from Nika Pika on Vimeo.

And while we’re at it, might as well take a moment to read the Bangles article on Wikipedia. Good stuff.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bangles

This weekend, I found a dime, a spoon and some usable zip ties. I also got out for a good 10.5 mile singlespeed road ride. It almost makes up for the fact that we’re expecting a huge rainstorm tomorrow and not snow.

Things Found in the Street – found weapons and weapon-related items edition

I found this blue box recently. I originally thought that it was a case for a power tool. Then I recognized the embossed Smith & Wesson logo. It was pretty light, so I knew it didn’t have its deadly cargo within. When I got home, I opened it and discovered the contents. Inside were the paper items that probably came with a newly purchased gun – pamphlets, a sticker, etc. Also included was a form that transfers ownership from the shop to the buyer. There was some personal information on it with which the person who threw this out should have been more careful. Underneath the foam liner of the case was some kind of extra handle and a gun lock with key. I could probably use that lock for something. As for the case, I’m not sure what I’ll do with it now, but it might be useful in the future.

This lock-blade Buck knife was another street find. It appears to be in good condition. It probably bounced out of a pickup truck bed or perhaps someone left it on their vehicle and then drove away. I keep it with my bike tools.

The third weapons-related find was kind of creepy. It’s a toy handgun, but I didn’t know it was a fake when I first saw it. I was walking along and I saw it under a bush. The size, shape and color are very realistic. When I looked closely, I saw the faint orange paint on the end. I picked it up and felt that it was not much lighter than a gun would be and it was made of metal. Because it was so real-looking, I took it home. I wouldn’t want some kid to find it and meet a tragic end because of this plaything.

I believe that there is some kind of regulation now regarding the appearance of toy guns. I think that they are not supposed to be black in color. This was probably an older toy with only the orange on the end. As with this one, I’m sure the orange wears away over time. It could also be easily covered over with paint or a magic marker by the child that desires a more realistic-looking prop.

I’m not sure why parents would let their kids play with toy guns in the first place. It’s a complicated issue (with long roots in American cultural memory) but it’s disconcerting to me to see kids playing with things that are designed to kill.

These three items were all found on the same street, within three blocks of each other.

Things Found in the Street – January thaw edition

I live in the Northern part of the United States where it is expected to be cold with snow on the ground from December to March (at least). Recently, we’ve had some warmer weather that has caused much of the snow to melt. We also had a significant amount of rain which has washed some snow away. I find rain to be particularly depressing (I have my own PTSD reasons for this) but it’s even worse in the winter. It’s not supposed to rain in the winter, it’s supposed to snow. Snow is beautiful; rain leaves everything muddy and ugly and it uncovers the garbage littering the streets.

Another thing uncovered by the disappearing snow is a huge amount of dog excrement! It doesn’t seem to have the same rate of dissolving as snow does. There was one area along the road where I counted over 50 individual deposits! Apparently my neighbors are less-than-fastidious about cleaning up after their animals, at least in this particular spot. It’s at the edge of a commercial lot, so perhaps few are compelled to scoop there. As for me, I always scoop.

(I recommend these particular dog waste bags. They’re biodegradable and made in Norway).

Of course, with the unsightly garbage and such come some interesting items. First of all, there is money. I found some coins this weekend. Mostly pennies, but I did find a nickel near the bike shop of which I am not exactly fond. A thaw is a great time to find money in the street. I recall a few springs ago when I found almost $1 total in coins picked up around just one neighborhood block. I guess people accidentally drop money and it gets covered in snow. When the snow melts, jackpot!

I also found a random bent fork. As I’ve written before, winter is found metal cutlery season. I don’t know why.

Then there is this random bike part. It looks like a seat post clamp from some department store bike. Someday I’ll need one of these and I’ll be glad I found it in the street.

I also found some Coca-Cola bottle caps. A non-profit with which I am familiar collects the codes that are found underneath the caps. I found about a half dozen, all on the same street.

I also found this bicycle while out on a ride. I saw it on my way out and planned to pick it up on my way home, if it was still there. I know it’s hard to believe, but it was still there 90 minutes later. I guess that no one wanted a girls’ Roadmaster with a bent seat tube. I’ll strip this thing of any usable parts and send the frame off to the recycler.

I also recently found a trio of department store bikes. These are the older ones that I like to find – fully rigid with friction shifting. I’ll tune them up and donate them soon.

Another upside of all this balmy weather is the fact that it’s easier to ride. I was able to get out twice this weekend and it didn’t require too much clothing. I went on my longest ride of 2010 so far (20 miles – not much) and I rode a bike other than my designated winter beater for the first time. Still, I wouldn’t mind a few extra layer of clothing if we at least had some snow to play in.

Personal Bike History Part 2 – Adolescence/College

Some time in middle school I saw “Breaking Away.” I loved it and my thoughts turned to road cycling. Also around this time I remember seeing a television commercial for the Huffy Windsprint road bike. It was innovative because it had 12 speeds! Being a Huffy, I knew it was affordable, so my Mom bought one for me. I loved how fast it was. I wore a painter’s cap with a Norwegian flag on it as I pretended to race around on the streets. I didn’t know then if there were any great Norwegian road racers, (of course, I am a fan of Thor Hushovd now!) but I suspected there might be. I never really went far in reality, but in my imagination I was a great rider.

I still had the Windsprint in high school. I lived just close enough to the school to not be eligible for bus transportation, so I rode to school. I attached a Pletscher rack to carry my trumpet in its case and I wore a backpack with my books in it. I liked the speed with which I could transport myself to school, but I didn’t like how sweaty I was when I arrived. High school boys can get pretty sweaty.

In the early 1990s, I spent a summer working at a summer camp. This camp was pretty well-financed and had a lot of expensive activities. In the summer I was there, they decided to add the relatively new sport of mountain biking to their offerings. The camp bought a fleet of fully-rigid Giants. I took one for a quick test tide and I still remember the experience. The low gearing and knobby tires made off-road riding so enjoyable. I didn’t become a mountain biker right away, but the seeds were planted in my mind right then.

I don’t remember the make or model of my next bike. I’m not even entirely sure that I remember what color it was (I think it was silver). I do know that it was a drop bar 10 or 12-speed and that it probably had stem shifters and turkey levers. It belonged to my late grandfather before I acquired it. He had died in early 1984. I saw it hanging in my Grandmother’s basement during a visit and I asked her if I could have it. I was attending a large public university at the time and the campus was quite big and it often took some time to get from one building to another. I thought I could reduce the number if times that I was late for class by riding. It worked brilliantly! Not only was I on time for more classes, but I could also sleep a little later in the mornings (sleep being a precious commodity in college).

I rode that bike all through the spring semester and I grew quite fond of it, despite the fact that I treated it so poorly (it was left outside and chained to bike racks in all sorts of weather).

I also am guilty of terrorizing more than a few innocent pedestrians on that campus. I guess I still had a child’s view of cycling at that time – I still rode on sidewalks most of the time and scared the hell out of many unsuspecting students walking to class. At least this was in the pre-iPod days and there was some chance of hearing me coming before I passed.

In the summer following that semester, I decided to stay on campus and work for the school. I was given a room in a dormitory for the summer and I continued to use the bike for transportation. It never occurred to me to ride out of the small town in which my university was located. I just didn’t think that such a thing was possible (or safe).

I regret greatly what happened next. The summer ended and it was time to move back to my regular dorm room in another part of campus. I moved all of my stuff, but I left the bike chained up in a storage area. I thought I could go back and get it whenever. When I did go back (a few weeks or so into the fall semester), it was gone. I heard that the maintenance people probably removed it for the start of the new term. I’m sure that I could have tracked it down, but I never did. I was pretty busy and I guess I never found the time.

I guess a common theme among all of the bikes in my life up to this point is that I don’t know what happened to them when my time with them was over. I hope that they ended up with someone who would use them, for I am sure that they all had some life left in them.

Department Store Bikes

74 of the 129 free bikes that I’ve collected to this point would be considered “department store bikes.” These are bicycles made by Huffy, Murray, Free Spirit, Columbia, Royce Union, Magna, Pacific, Roadmaster and Next among others. Unfortunately it also includes some bikes now sold under the name Mongoose and Schwinn. These days, most are mountain bike style, though I occasionally find road bike relics of the past.

People that know bikes often call them “bike shaped objects.” This is an appropriate and accurate, if slightly snarky and somewhat elitist description. These bikes do have many shortcomings. Even though their initial cost might be low, they are rarely a true bargain.

The first bike that I had as an adult was a Royce Union Savoy “mountain” bike. Its biggest negative quality was excessive weight. I didn’t realize when I was riding it that the heaviness was contributing a lot to the fact that I was not having any fun riding. I brought it in for a tune up at what would become my favorite bike shop and they commented that it must weigh 50 pounds. I don’t think that they were just trying to sell me a new bike; they were honestly shocked at its heft.

Many of the department store bikes that I’ve worked on also are equipped with very poor quality components. The rims are often out of true. The hubs frequently do not spin freely. Brakes, especially the sidepulls that used to come on these kinds of bikes, bend and become useless. The derailers warp easily (thin, cheap metal) and that causes the indexed shifting to become finicky and unreliable. Almost always, if there is a one-piece crank (Ashtabula) it is loose.
These bicycles are often assembled in a questionable manner. I’ve seen bar ends installed inboard of the grips. I’ve seen stems put on backwards and handlebars rotated to uncomfortable angles. One of the worst examples of bike assembly I’ve seen was a step-through Roadmaster that I found in 2008. The cables had been routed in such a way that it was impossible to turn right! When I found the bike in the trash the paint was brand new and the tires still had their new-tire nubs. The front side-pull brakes were bent. I replaced the brakes, cut the cables and put on new ones routed correctly and gave the bike away.

Another big problem with department store bikes is that they are being designed for a certain look rather than efficient or effective function. This is clearly evident in “suspension.” There is no such thing as department store suspension! It doesn’t really work. Manufacturers are putting springs and such on frames to correspond with peoples’ mental image as to what a good bike should have. The customer assumes that a bike with suspension will be tough and rugged and offer a more comfortable ride. Witness anyone actually riding one of these contraptions and you will quickly come to a different conclusion as the rider bounces up and down on the thing while failing to make significant forward progress. The “suspension” also adds a lot of extra weight. It’s been my rule from the beginning that any “full-suspension” department store frame gets stripped and sent to the recycler. I used to do the same with suspension forks. Their weight and questionable effectiveness are big liabilities. I’ve since moderated my views. Sometimes I don’t have a fully-rigid fork on hand and I conclude that it’s best to have a “suspension” fork instead of a bike that’s not usable despite the significant weight penalty and questionable efficacy.

Sometimes the suspension or shocks aren’t even real. Sometimes it’s implied. My father gave me two Huffys that he and his wife bought years ago. He pointed out that they had suspension seatposts and stems. Well, the shock absorption provided by these components was purely imaginary. It consisted of nothing more than a piece of plastic placed over a regular seatpost and stem giving it the look of a “shock.”


Additionally, the tubing used on the bikes is often very thick. That adds to the weight problem. The thick tubes are probably imitating the thick aluminum tubes of many modern mountain bikes. Aluminum, of course, is lighter than steel and thicker tubes must be used to achieve a similar level of strength. Well, the tubing used on these department store bikes is often cheap steel and not aluminum. The tubes do not need to be so thick, but their size gives (to the untrained eye) the impression that this is just like a real mountain bike.

Huge, heavy knobby tires are often standard issue on these bikes as well. Even though there is usually a sticker on the frame that recommends against riding the bike off-road, aggressive knobbies in a larger than 2.1 width imply that the machine is ready to conquer gnarly terrain.

The negatives listed above are all compounded by the fact that department store bikes are sold without real store support by people who know nothing about bicycles. They won’t take the time to properly fit you on a bike and they can’t provide any maintenance service. Granted, some bike shops are annoyingly elitist and heavy with the upselling pressure. Even a shop like this will probably still be willing to adjust your derailers and give your bike a quick look over if you bought it from them. After all, they want your repeat business and their name is usually on a sticker down near the bottom bracket. The mechanics at my favorite bike shop have provided great service (often at no cost) on the bike I bought from them and I am far from a big-spending customer. When you buy a bike from Target, you are on your own the second you walk out the door with it. You’re often on your own for the selecting process, too. Of course, you can bring your department store bike to a real bike store for it to be fixed when it breaks. If the shop is a good one (like my favorite bike shop) they’ll do the work and charge a fair amount for it.

Despite these many negatives, I do have a soft spot in my heart for department store bikes. They’re pretty much all that was available to me as a kid and I sympathize with those that think they’re stuck with them. Especially when I work on an old Huffy, I think about my old bikes.

If you’re going to ride a department store bike, I would recommend only a fully rigid frame and fork in a size that fits. As I’ve said before, real suspension cannot be purchased for $100 bucks in a big-box store. A hardtail, even a heavy one, will be more efficient to ride.

A single speed drivetrain would also be an upgrade. Single speed conversions are popular now for many reasons but on a department store bike this upgrade makes a lot of sense. First of all, finicky parts of questionable quality (plastic shifters, derailers stamped out of thin metal or plastic) are removed. There’s also a weight savings by removing these components and a portion of the chain. If hilly terrain makes a single gear unattractive, friction shifters are a good idea. They are often available at a low cost and require significantly less adjustment than indexed shifting. If you can get away with one chainring and a cluster of gears in the back (1 X gearing) you can get some of the weight benefits of single speed with the ability to climb hills a little more easily.

Wheels are often the weakest link on these bikes, so an upgraded wheelset would make sense. If you can only do one wheel, make it the rear (it handles the most weight). Aluminum rims are a must. A 36 spoke count probably work best for most riders, too. Street tires (no knobbies) are a good idea.

Granted, these adaptations take time, money, effort and knowledge to undertake. It might not make sense to make such an investment when better quality bikes at a decent price can be found through Craig’s List and other outlets (my favorite bike store always has a few used bikes for sale at very decent prices).

On a few occasions, a department store bike has surprised me because it wasn’t so bad. Recently I found a Motiv and a Pacific that were relatively decent. The components seemed pretty good (canti brakes, friction shifting) and they each had three-piece cranks. These bikes probably date back to the mid 90s, before suspension became popular.

The heavy Royce Union Savoy mentioned earlier was not terrible, despite its weight. It was not that fun to ride, but a single speed conversion and sensible tires might have gone a long way to ameliorate that. I no longer own that bike; it was given to some friends that use it as their urban pub crawling beater bike.

There is a Huffy that I still knock around on occasionally. It’s a beach cruiser frame. When I found it, the rear wheel was tacoed beyond repair, the saddle was shredded and the chainguard was bent. I got a new rear wheel with coaster brake (aluminum rim, not expensive), removed the chainguard and installed a new chain. Since there are no cables, I like to frequently change the handlebars. It can go from cruiser to klunker and back again in a short amount of time. It’s not a bike that I take very seriously, but it is fun to take on short rides around the neighborhood.

Another department store bike that I found that was a surprise was a Pacific Beta. This bike had some features that I don’t usually see on a department store bike. It had front and rear suspension of course, but it also featured a 1 1/8” threadless headset, an 8 speed cassette and quick release hubs. Most unusual were the chainstays – they were elevated like a Nishiki Ariel. The frame was aluminum. I wish I had taken a picture of it before I stripped it of usable components and sent the frame off to the recycler.

Why do I bother with these bikes?

Initially, it was for wrenching practice. I’d rather wreck some old Magna than my good bike-store purchased bike. These Huffys, Murrays and Free Sprits taught me a lot about bicycle mechanics.

When I pick them up, I know that they will end up at the Salvation Army. I spend the time to adjust everything and put it into working order. I often switch the shifting to friction (the original shifters are often broken anyway). I have enough inexpensive metal derailers to replace any that are flimsy or broken and friction shifting allows me not worry about compatibility issues. I feel that the person that ends up with a bike that I gave to the Salvation Army often has one that’s in better shape than when it was new. I don’t put much money into them – just cables and the occasional shifter (Nashbar had them for less than a dollar). My major investment is time.

One of my favorite donations to the Salvation Army was a single speed (with BMX handlebars!) that consisted of a Free Spirit frame, a Huffy fork, a Magna rear wheel and a Next front wheel. That’s some kind of department store bike hat trick hack! (With a different wheelset, that was my winter bike last year).

Found Bikes Almanac

Here are some statistics about the free bikes I’ve obtained since 2006:

Total free bikes: 129
Most common brand: Huffy (21)
Most common non-department store brand: Raleigh (7)
Department store bikes: 74
Bikes given to the Salvation Army: 44
Bikes given to other people/organizations: 20
Bikes recycled: 20
Bikes being kept for my personal collection: 8
Bikes being saved for my daughter: 5
Bikes being kept for my wife: 0 (crazy; she thinks that thinks one is enough)
Most common wheel size: 26” (59)
Rarest wheel size: 700d (1)
Bikes made out of steel: 124
Most found at one time: 5
Bikes missing saddle and seat post but otherwise completely intact: 9
Best month (tie): May, 2007 (10), March, 2009 (10)
Best year: 2009 (52)
Worst Month, traditionally: January (1 each, 2007 - 2009)
Bikes found in my favorite “top secret” location: 20
Most high-end: 1994 Trek 2200 (#129) carbon/aluminum with Campy
French bikes: 4
Rattle-canned bikes: 5
Leather saddles: 2
Threadless headsets: 2
Largest size: 25” Fuji Espree (#91)
Disc brakes: 1

Garbage Guitars

A few years ago, I was driving to a store to buy a present for my Mother’s birthday when I noticed what I thought were guitar headstocks sticking up out of a garbage pile in front of someone’s house. I immediately stopped to check it out. Sure enough, there were guitars in the garbage! I found a solid-body electric guitar, two acoustics and an archtop out with the trash! I chucked them in the trunk of my beloved Hyundai (the only car I’ll ever love) and was on my way.

A later inspection of the haul revealed a little more about what I had. None of the instruments had any markings to indicate the maker. The electric guitar was missing the pickups, one of the acoustics had weird ink drawings on it and the other had all of the hardware (bridge, tuners) removed. The archtop was intact but it was missing a small chunk of wood in the back where the neck meets the body.

I sold the archtop and the electric on ebay pretty soon after. I didn’t do anything at all to them except take the photo! I don’t remember how much I made, but I think both went for close to $100 each.

The acoustic with the weird drawings on it got sanded down and re-varnished with brown stain. I gave it away.

I still have the one that was found without hardware. I installed new tuning pegs and glued on a new nut. I was pretty intimidated by gluing on a new bridge, but it went pretty well. I measured and double-checked my angles and such and clamped everything down for a few days. I used regular wood glue. Almost ten years later and the bridge is still in place. With ball end nylon strings, this guitar is a little on the quiet side, but the sound is pleasing. I play fingerstyle more frequently than flat-picking and this garbage baby is well suited for it.

A few years after the initial find, I found an acoustic guitar case in another garbage pile that I passed on the way to band practice!

Personal Bike History Part 1 - Childhood

Like most people, my experiences with bicycles started in childhood.

My earliest bike memories are from around five years old. I lived in Virginia at the time and I remember my parents’ bikes rusting in the backyard of our apartment. My father was in the military and we had been stationed in Berlin, Germany before Virginia. My parents used these bikes for transportation in Berlin. They were a matching shade of gold. My Mom’s bike had a step-through frame and a child seat that attached to the top tube. It looked kind of like a horizontal hubcap. I have no memories of riding on this seat nor do I recall ever seeing my parents riding these bikes. When we moved to Virginia, my Dad bought a car, so the bikes weren’t needed anymore.

My parents’ marriage fell apart in Virginia. Each of them would say now that their best time together was in Berlin when they rode those bikes everywhere.

I also remember learning to ride a bike in Virginia. My bike was red and it had training wheels. I suppose my Dad taught me how to ride, but I really don’t remember. I do remember riding with one training wheel for a time and I recall the feeling of evading danger by successfully riding. I don’t have a lot of positive memories of this time in my life, but learning to ride a bike is one of them.

When I was in second grade, my parents divorced and my Mom, brother and I moved to another state. The twin gold bikes and my little red bike were left behind.

After we got to our new state, my Grandfather and Uncle found a used bike for me. I think they saw an ad in the newspaper and I remember going with them to a huge garage filled with bikes. The one we picked out had a dark purple frame and a black banana seat with two yellow stripes. It had ape hanger handlebars and a big, fat, slick rear tire. It was an amazing example of 1970s kids’ bike technology. I loved it.

Then it was stolen. I think I used to park it in the yard near the garage (to which we didn’t have access) and one day it was gone. I didn’t have it for long.

Later on, my Mom bought bikes for my brother and me for Christmas. I got a yellow and blue Huffy BMX bike and my brother got a Huffy Santa Fe – a banana seat bike a little like the one I had that was stolen. We have pictures of us riding these bikes in the snow on Christmas day with huge smiles on our faces.

We pretty soon began to modify these bikes. I wanted to be a BMX racer, so I scraped all of the Huffy stickers off of my bike and replaced them with Kuwahara stickers purchased at the local bike shop. This was around the time of the movie “E.T.” so Kuwaharas were popular. My friends teased me by calling my bike a “Kuwahuffy.” I bought a chrome handlebar and stem from someone at school and replaced my stock blue anodized originals.

My brother’s bike got my old handlebars and stem. We removed the chain guard and banana seat. His Huffy stickers got replaced by Redline decals. I bought him a Haro number plate for his birthday, customized with a number 4 and cobra stickers. Someone stole it off of his bike when he left it outside of a convenience store.

One summer I went to summer camp and left my Huffy chained to our apartment’s back stairwell. I came home to find that someone had taken my wheels. My Mom bought a replacement wheel set for me and I continued to ride that bike for a little while.

Then, when I was in 6th grade, some older kids built a BMX track in my neighborhood on an abandoned lot. I was more than a little intimidated by the older kids, but when they weren’t around I would take some laps on the course. It was fun. The track didn’t last long, of course. The owners or the cops had someone bulldoze it.

I also have a pair of bike memories from summer camp. I remember a group of campers setting out on bikes with camping gear and stuff lashed to racks. They were going on a “bike hike” and I thought that was a great idea. I also remember a boy that had a drop-bar road bike that he rode around the lake on. Of course, it’s a trip of only a few miles, but I was impressed that he could perform such a feat.

Weird Bike Finding Coincidences

I am not a spiritual or religious person, but I’ve had a couple of weird bike finding coincidences. I don’t think that there is a bike god, but a few more occurrences such as this might cause me to question that statement.

I started picking up discarded bikes in the fall of 2006. The second bike I found was a Huffy mountain bike with a damaged fork. The third bike I found (a month later) was a Huffy mountain bike with a damaged frame. I put the undamaged fork onto the undamaged frame and made my first bike donation to the Salvation Army.

In August of 2007, I found a kids’ bike with 16” wheels out for the garbage. The front wheel was damaged and not usable and there was no tire on it. It was also missing a saddle. Four months later, I was walking the dogs one morning and I found a saddle, a 16” front wheel and a 16” tire. These three items were found along the side of the street in three different locations. They were found a few miles from the bike I found a few months earlier. The parts were exactly what I needed to finish it. I donated the bike to the Salvation Army later that day.

One block over from my house has been a weird vortex of random bike parts. Over the last four years I have found a usable 700c tube, a chainguard, a Blackburn rear rack, a cannondale seat bag, a Rhode Gear bike rack for the car, a BMX bike, a kids’ bike, a low-level Peugeot 10-speed (my first French bike – some usable parts) and a strangely assembled Roadmaster. Most of these items were found in different locations at different times. This is the block I walk the most. I wonder if other blocks in my town have the same density of bicycle flotsam?

Damn you, bikesnob!

http://http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2010/01/tip-of-helmet-tainless-in-2010.html

I have a list of topics that I want to address in Things Found in the Street and one is the weird helmet wearing in this month’s issue of Bicycling. The snob beat me to it! Of course, he did it better than I could, but that’s why he’s the snob.

Sir, you’ve been blogging forever, or at least since the internet was invented. Can’t you leave something for a newbie?

It would have been pretty cool if I had written my post before him, though. That should be motivation to keep writing and to jump on it when inspiration strikes.

There was another incident of bikesnobnyc synchronicity last fall as well. One day I read a post on another blog that referenced Black Sheep’s 1992 hit “The Choice is Yours.” The very next day, this post appeared on the snob:

http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/indignity-of-commuting-by-bicycle-wurst.html

It also references that work.

Is the snob some kind of megamind that can absorb the posts (and potential posts) of all bloggers?

The evidence points to “yes.”

Not much found in the street recently, except snow. I am glad to report that I at least put some bicycle tire tracks of my own in the snow – I got out for a 10 mile ride on New Year’s Day. I also took the bike out to run errands on the 2nd.

Not finding anything new is not of any consequence, anyway. I have a few years’ worth of found things to write about already. Besides, this blog isn’t intended to be a daily diary.

Two cents for 2010

I found a penny last night and another one today. Yes, that’s only $.02, but it does add up. $1.73 of the $75 found in 2009 was in pennies. Most of these were picked up one at a time. I did find 21 pennies together on one fall day but that is pretty rare.

I also found a flattened fork today. I don’t know why, but I love finding discarded metal cutlery. I seem to find most of these pieces in colder weather. There is some kind of winter – throw forks in the street correlation going on.

Additionally, I went out to walk the dogs in the evening New Year’s Day and found that a neighbor had dropped off a free bike for me in my driveway. It is the first free bike of the year, number 129 since I started picking them up in 2006. This one is no doubt the most high-end I have yet obtained. There will be more on this one later.

A few days ago I found this Virgin of Guadalupe pendant. It’s not valuable, but it’s a neat thing to find. It’s roughly the size of a penny and about the same color. I used to collect religious items like statuary, crucifixes and icons, purely for decoration. I was raised protestant, so we didn’t have these kinds of things around. As a child, crucifixes and statuary seemed especially scary to me. The crucifix depicts someone’s death after all, and the veneration shown to statues of the Virgin or other saints imbues them with a sense of the unknown, even to an avowed atheist such as I am now.

This is (and is not) a Bike Blog

With the start of the new year, I am motivated to start a blog. I plan to write about many topics, but I’ll often be commenting about the things I find in the street. As a thrice daily walker of two small dogs, I spend a fair amount of time on my neighborhood’s sidewalks. I also am an avid cyclist. On a bicycle, the individual has the ability to see lots of things that are missed by motorists. It’s also pretty easy to retrieve them or at least investigate more closely. Additionally, I have a 25 mile commute to work each day. Unfortunately, I do drive a car to and from work. I like to vary my routes to and from work so that I see different neighborhoods and roads. While doing these three things, I find things in the street.

I live in a relatively urban area. My town abuts a major city and my street is two block from the city line. We have a mix of retail, dining and residential property. There’s a decent amount of foot traffic which contributes to the quantity and quality of things found.

My time in the streets (whether I’m dog walking, riding my bike or driving) is when I can think about a lot of things. In a sense, my thoughts and ideas are truly the things I find in the street. My desire is that this blog will be a place where I can put these ruminations.

Because I think about bicycles a lot, I will probably end up writing about them. Bikes are great; I like working on them, reading about them and most of all riding them. I also plan to write some book reviews. It’s highly likely that many of the books I’ll review will be about bikes, specifically bike touring.

I have a great family and a satisfying job, but I don’t feel the need to write about that. I’m private about my family and, well, the job pretty much takes care of itself these days (I’ve been at it for 15 years).

I know that I will probably not write about my daily life and associated minutiae. There are plenty of blogs like that and that’s fine (sure, I read them) but I don’t have a desire to write that kind of blog.

What objects do I find?

First of all, bicycles and bicycle equipment. As of this writing, I have acquired 128 free bicycles in just over three years. Many were from the side of the side of the road (trash piles) though others were technically in dumpsters. I am a habitual dumpster diver for bike stuff (I do it several times a week). Additionally, some friends have given bikes to me that they’ve found or do not want or need any more. I fix up many of these bikes and donate them to a local Salvation Army. I keep some for my own use (and for my family). I also give some away to friends. A few are not fixable and they get properly recycled. I am amazed at all of the bike stuff I have been able to get for no cost at all.

The second type of thing I like to find in the street is money. Usually it’s small coins. I’ll pick up every single penny I see. I was curious about how much I would find in a year, so I put all of my 2009 money into a container. I had no idea how much I would net and no plans for the money. My wife came up with the brilliant idea of using it to pay for dinner on New Year’s Eve (mmmmm, Indian food). The total for 2009 ended up being just over $75.00. Not all of it was found on the street; $30 was found in a public park and $10 was found in the parking lot of a bar after my band played a gig there. I am surprised that people drop so much money on the ground.

The third category of things I find in the street is hand-written notes. I keep all of the interesting ones protected in plastic sheets in a binder. It’s really interesting to me to see what people write down. The things written on these pieces of paper were not meant for my eyes, so there’s a little bit of a voyeuristic thrill in finding them. It’s much like the “Found” website and books, though I started keeping these things before I ever heard of “Found.” I’ll scan some to share in this blog.

I pick up every piece of metal cutlery I see discarded in the street. I know it’s kind of gross. I do clean them, but I don’t use them for eating. I keep them in an old coffee can. I have a vague idea that someday I might fashion some kind of wind chime out of my found cutlery. As far as I know, I don’t think I’ve picked up any heroin spoons. How do these knives, forks and spoons end up on the street? Do people take snacks from home for which they need a utensil and then they can’t be bothered to bring the thing back?

I’ll pretty much pick up any random article and take it home. I don’t collect everything I see, but I’m always on the lookout for something interesting. I did have the idea to start collecting gas caps once, but I did not. I have found some interesting random articles and I’ll write about them in the future.

So, welcome to Things Found In The Street. It will be a home to essays about found objects, bicycles, book and other media reviews and commentary. Happy 2010 to the world!