Wednesday, 18 July 2007

The Bag of Bones

You may recall from my last post, I entered a small mid-life crisis as I mourned the lack of Extreme Style adventure in my life and then developed an obsession for 'Rosebud' my long lost Mountain Bike, co-survivor of the 1994 St Valentines Day massacre in the Forest of Dean.

As recounted in the comments, I managed to find the lost 'Metal Bag of Bones' which I feared may have been given up as a sacrifice to the gods of South Staffs refuse collection.

It was pointed out to me that wheels had dissolved, but I managed to recover these in the spider-trap that is my garage. I wondered whether these may have been thrown out, and thought I may need to introduce the 'Hovercide' TM technology I have been working on in my secret laboratory (imagination), but there they were, behind my unopened Ikea flatpack boxes.

Anyway, some recovery and repair work was attempted and completed to restore Rosebud, and you'll be pleased to hear that the operation was a success. I fear my trail days are pretty much over, so the focus was more on ensuring she was fit to potter around the lanes in the immediate vicinity.

Before I unveil the old dear, take a look at the sales guff given to us rugged outdoor types in the 1993 Kona Catalogue.

I've been looking around ebay to see whether there is a market for these. Sadly there isn't. Although everyone I've come across, I'm tempted to buy and I fear the onset of another mini-obsession. Probably not a great idea, as Mme S. is already upset at my refusal to move Rosebud out of the house.

Anyway,long story short, here's a picture my bike.

7 comments:

Silvana said...

Nice bike!

Gwen said...

What impresses me most is your "refreshment centre". Perhaps all you need is a few Old Speckled Hens and your reticence about your trail days will disappear.

Ishouldbeworking said...

You're obviously going for the Tommy Simpson Method of In-Saddle refreshment. Speckled Hen is isotonic, isn't it?

Glad to hear you're giving yourself over to the Way of the Bike. Soon you'll be whizzing along, with Tugboat galloping loyally by your side. Oh sorry, Tugboat's dead isn't he. Ah well.

And I'm intrigued by the green hatboxes in the background. Do you go to Ascot?

Valentine Suicide said...

Don't be silly it's not really Speckled Hen! (its methadone)

Actually I have plans for Tugs and am already planning to harness the abundance of lighting in the sky above Baron von Suicide's secret laboratory. He's ALIIIIIVE! muhahahaha.

The Hatboxes are Mme S's Asccot selection. When I'm not engaged in 'emergency air traffic controlling' I'm the world's only 6'4" champion jockey...

Ishouldbeworking said...

What do you ride? Giraffes?

Valentine Suicide said...

To be honest actually .. I'm the horse.

Gwen said...

I'm looking forward to hearing about your biking escapades this weekend. Ride em cowboy!

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