Tales of the Rusty Chain

August 11th, 2006 § 1

The first winter I was here I saw a burly looking Karate Monkey in fixed mode with BIG tires and a really rusted chain. I remember making a mental note that maybe it was a style thing with VT fixers. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hang with that. I was used to desert and White Lightning. Rust just didn’t happen unless I went towards the coast to ride and it rained. Here your shit rusts when it doesn’t rain. And when it does rain, woh! All exposed steel turns burnt orange quick.

So, after two years of slothy self-righteous fixing, I found myself all of a sudden with the “rusty chain”…I promise I’ll lube it sometime soon, if I could just find that lube…maybe some WD-40?

A propos the new trim and banner on the site today.

Mom’s in town for the weekend.

Over and Out.

G

§ One Response to “Tales of the Rusty Chain”

  • Cellarrat says:

    thats a cool pic of that chain…

    riding the bike path in Denver somtimes wish I had a water bottle full of lube to quiet the masses

    =)

  • § Leave a Reply

What's this?

You are currently reading Tales of the Rusty Chain at fixed impressions.

meta