Recently, I sent a bike of mine off to the hospital to be parted out. Last week after our morning ride to coffee, we
ran into saw a coffee buddy of ours who said he had an old mountain bike that he wanted to give away. Specifically, he wanted to give it to us because he said “You guys will know what to do with it.”
Who, us? How did he know? And how did he know that we had just freed up some space in the dining room bike shop so we could accomodate one more steed? Continue reading 1992 Bridgestone MB-4: Free bike = FIGHT!