Dear Bob,
My best chuckle is "You must have a spouse".
(I do not use the word wife, because many ladies are heavy into the vintage bicycle hobby and it would be sexual, which is not proper or legal. Also they may have a husband who is equally as adamant about the cycling hobby).
One thing to remember is, put your God first, spouse second, children third and your friends fourth. Where do you fit in? Well, last and if you put yourself last, you can have all the bikes you need (or want).
This may be loaded, but the truth.
Ride Smart - Ride Safe!
Best Regards, John Proch La Grange, Texas
________________________________ From: Jon M. Crate <Jon@FAI.US> To: Bob Hillery <rhillery@hawksi.org>; classicrendezvous@bikelist.org Sent: Thu, January 28, 2010 11:25:04 AM Subject: Re: [CR] True Appreciation of the real ...
"Bob Hillery carefully smuggling parts & frames to my basement in Stratham, New Hampshire, USA"
Now I know I'm not alone!
Have you ever: 1. requested the package NOT say anything about bikes on it 2. had a frame sent to a trusted friends house 3. kept a watchful eye for the delivery personnel 4. used rationalizations about investments and value (to no effect) 5. lied by telling her you can probably make some money at it
Jon M. Crate Marietta, Georgia
-----Original Message----- From: classicrendezvous-bounces@bikelist.org [mailto:classicrendezvous-bounces@bikelist.org] On Behalf Of Bob Hillery Sent: Thursday, January 28, 2010 1:12 AM To: classicrendezvous@bikelist.org Subject: Re: [CR] True Appreciation of the real ...
... or not.
Jon, Tom, et al. - Like the man said, I feel your pain.
Last summer when I finished the rebuild of a PX-10, I was proudly finishing the last hand rubbing of the frame with a Meguiar's polishing wax. The wife stepped into the garage, so I crowed, "Whaddaya think, really nice, eh?" Said she, "But you already have one," pointing to my trusty UO-8. Horrified, I intoned, " Oh, no. That's an OU-8 in cadre allege for touring, but THIS is a Reynolds 531 PX-10 racer ..." Sensing, from the granite face before me (hey, this is New Hampshire), my voice trailed ... and I stopped.
Somehow, without moving a single facial muscle, she said, "They're both white."
Waaaay to cold in that garage for July, it was.
And to our colleague who succinctly suggested "dump her" to Tom, any of the several arguments (pro or con) aside, you've obviously never priced out a divorce.
(sigh) So my next bike acquisition was a Falcon - bright red. And I haven't dared build the white Carlton yet. Just don't feel like tempting the Fates with another WHITE bike.
Bob Hillery carefully smuggling parts & frames to my basement in Stratham, New Hampshire, USA