I believe good upstanding citizens rescue dogs and cats from animal shelters/garages. Today, Tim and I rescued a steel frame, circa 1992, made in the USA Serrotta from spending the rest of it's life
gasp hanging on a hook in a garage. It is very unfortunate we didn't find this bike a few weeks ago because I so would not have overslept for the tri clubs retro race. Eventually the bike will go to live at my parents house in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Typical yuppies, rescue something and then dump it on the parents. Now, when we go to visit I will have a road bike to ride. I know the baggage handlers are really sad they won't have the opportunity to throw my bike around the next time I visit my folks.
Although this bike is in good physical shape it clearly has endured emotional abuse. Exhibit A: The handlebar tape. I would never subject one of my bikes to this. Never ever. Exhibit B: The seat. I know my buttock is large enough to cover the seat, but it is not so large that I won't lift it off the seat to climb up a hill. Poor bike. Who thought red and black matched a blue and violet frame?
In a perfect world Tim would spend all of his free time riding bikes. Since this is not a perfect world he is often chained to a computer and pager. In between answering pages and reviewing x-rays of potentially broken bones he loves to work on bike projects.
Although it has to be a creative satisfying project, don't think he just sits around cleaning and tuning mine. As soon as we arrived home Tim started taking parts off the bike and started looking through our spare parts for upgrades. About an hour later he came inside with a very happy look on his face. He looked like an 8 year old kid on Christmas morning. He said he had an overwhelming desire to 80's out the bike. Let the games begin.