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.