Weary TravelerPosted: February 6, 2013 Filed under: What's Up | Tags: bike vs. nature, Schwinn Traveler Leave a comment
As you probably already surmised, bikes get doted on around here. They get polished, tuned and have warm, comfy, some would say luxurious, lives. All except the ol’ Schwinn Traveler. It’s not that it isn’t loved because it is. Frankly, it sees more miles than most of the other combined, maybe because it’s always so accessible. Unfortunately it also ends up suffering the elements of the eastern Sierra as well other injustices, like being bombed by falling apples each fall, or serving as a chat room/restroom for birds.
The crazy thing is, it never seems to age. It’s very existence has turned into an exercise in seeing just how much one bike can put up with. The answer is “one hell of a lot”. It’s lived outside every single day since it arrived here 18 years ago, and amazingly, it still looks the same. It hasn’t rusted away to nothing (actually it hasn’t rusted at all), the paint still looks good, and even the rubber and plastic parts seem to be impervious to Mother Nature.
So now we come to yesterday; I was walking by the bike as I have thousands of times before, and something must have snapped. Call it guilt or whatever you’d like, but at that moment I decided “The Great Traveler vs. The Elements Experiment” was over. I took the bike down off its fence-mounted hook and promptly moved it into the shop where it’ll soon get an overhaul and a good solid detailing.
…And after that, it’s going to get to a nice spot inside. I’ve decided two things: (1) A bike can put up with 1,000 times more abuse than I ever imagined; (2) As far as this bike is concerned, the birds can find a new place to sit and chew the fat.