We’ve “needed” a second car for a while, America being the car-based society that it is. Hardcore holdouts like Mr. Nice aside (and you rock, sir) I find it hard to get around from home to work to trails to store and back without a vehicle. Ergo, Josey the Xterra will become mine on a daily basis, and the above fine piece of German steel will be M’s. That is, when she retrieves it from south Georgia.
It’s a ’77, diesel, etc, etc. I have a very happy wife, I even have one who will soon be reemployed! And right now she’s off at welding class while I hang out and drink beer, with only myriad forms of electronic media to keep me company. Whoa is me.
Also in the train is a set of these here classics, sourced from some clever persons dusty box across the pond. The XC version of these 94 bcd square-holed beauties go for north of a benjy rountinely on ebay. Crazy what planned obsolescence hath wrought.
Mine will be “pewter,” whatever that’ll be, and 165mm. Off-road fixie, methinks.