The past weekend, Felkerino and I made a field trip out to Arlington, Virginia, and peeked our heads into the new bike shop known as The Old Bike Shop.
We stopped by late in the day but Larry, the owner, was more than willing to stay after hours and chat with us about his recyclery.
The Old Bike Shop had its start at the Arlington County Farmers’ and Flea Market and now is a brick and mortar business. As the term recyclery suggests, the shop does not sell brand new bikes. Rather, it sells previously owned bikes that have been fixed up (depending on their condition) and made road ready.
Last night Felkerino and I went to visit the Velocity Bicycle Coop in Alexandria, Virginia. It’s been up and running since May of 2010, but yesterday was our first visit. We stopped by at a good time because a collector had just given some of his beautiful bikes to the coop. These included two Rivendell customs, three Schwinn Paramounts (one of which was chrome!), an Austro Daimler, and an older Serotta. It was retro-grouch heaven! Continue reading →
While my trip to Tennessee has ended, the memories of my bike shop tour work trip live on in my memories and on this blog.
River City Bicycles in Chattanooga, Tennessee, was my third bike shop destination. This is an inviting shop with a large retail space. I must confess that I did not survey the inventory as much as I should have because I was quite taken by the shop’s cat, Lily.
As I like to keep telling people, last week was mostly work on location in Tennessee. That said, I still eeked out time to poke my nose into some of the local bike shops. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Shop number 2 for the week was Suck Creek Cycle in Chattanooga. The shop’s motto is that it’s about “bikes and friendly advice.” Sounds like a perfect randonneur shop to me!
This past week I’ve been on location in Knoxville, Tennessee. It’s been mostly work, but as soon as I had a break I asked the hotel clerk where I might find a local bike shop that leaned more toward the touring and utility cyclist.
The clerk helpfully pointed me in the direction of Tennesseey Valley Bicycles. I sprinted off, crossed my fingers that the shop wasn’t too far away, and hoped that the exertion to find it would be worth it.