Old stuff is cool, and it bugs me to no end if I see serviceable old shit sitting around neglected.
If I figure, “I can use it. My dad was a TV repairman, and I have his awesome set of tools. I can fix it,” then I have been known to dumpster-dive for all kinds of things.
In my job as a delivery driver in the city and state, I often frequent my customers’ loading docks. In these areas, I stumble across various items being discarded.
In my own special way, I am reducing, reusing, and recycling.
Yes. I am green like that.
I have issues, but so did my old man, so I came by those issues honestly.
I couldn’t stand it any more.
He replied, “Hell if I know. It’s been sitting there ever since I started working here. You can have it if you want it.”
I had a new project!
(Interestingly, a dealer's sticker on the bike indicated that it had been originally purchased from the now defunct Chico's Bike Shop in Indianapolis...the same bike shop where my wife and I purchased our Schwinn Frontier MTBs way back in 1990.)
It was going to take some work and tender loving care to get this old and abused bike back on the road.
Once I got it home, I performed a closer inspection that revealed:
-The front brake line was snapped.
-The handlebar grips were torn and dry rotted.
-The plastic pedals were broken.
-The 26-inch aluminum wheels were funky and tarnished.
If I found either one of the wheels was bent, I was going strip the bike of serviceable parts and put the rest of it on the curb on trash day and be done with it.
I used paint thinner to clean up the old ball bearings and the races, repacked them with automotive disc brake grease, and slapped the whole mess back together.
I freed up the seized rear sprocket with liberal applications of penetrating oil until she spun freely.
I stripped the wheels of their rotted rubber, then scrubbed the piss out of them using Bar Keepers Friend (BKF).
I used bolt cutters to remove the corroded chain.
Knowing my daughter as I do, I figured she’d be more likely to use the bike for going back and forth to her friends’ houses rather than insane extreme trail riding like my destructive younger son.
So, I got a pair of awesome Bell “commuter” tires with the throwback tan gummy sidewalls, and a set of sturdy new tubes.
Also purchased:
-New Schwinn handlebar grips.
-New chain.
I replaced the front brake lines and adjusted all the brakes.
Perhaps I should consider hiring out for such things.
For $100 in parts and a weekend’s worth of work, the old GT turned out really nice…I think.
I’m pretty proud of my handiwork.
I am like an ace bicycle mechanic.
Maybe.
She’s got her Daddy wrapped around her finger.