About four years ago, I thought I'd restore my old bike. Here's what I wrote back then about my beloved old bike:
I named him Cody, because when I bought him in 1990, that's what the folks at the now defunct Bloor Cycle called the model. It was $400, which seemed like an awful lot of dough to this teenager. My buddy Ed and I were into skateboarding, and periodically I'd throw a skateboard or surf sticker on the frame. From 1990 through 1999 I rode that bike like crazy. It got me to and from work, to and from high school and university, all over the city. I lived on my bike until I moved out of a basement apartment on Clendenan and into a high rise. That's when Cody went into storage.
Life got in the way, and I never did get back into biking that summer. I've since retired Cody and am now the proud owner of a new Giant Escape 2. Here's the old and the new, passing the torch.
So far, so good. I've been out four of the past five days and I'm feeling the love again. But I can't throw out Cody... I think I'll restore her out of love.
