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As you all know, I have been in the market for a vintage bike and have been dissapointed at every turn. For the last 5 years, an older friend of mine who has ridden fewer (minutes not hours) every year has continued assisting I was the only person he wanted to take his favorite bike.... Mainly because of how happy I was riding it and knowing it would have a good home.
Finally, today, I was told that I needed to pick it up, it sounds ominous but my friend just didnt want it languishing anymore and his vision is bad enough he has lost his license. I told him I just wouldnt take it and arranged a tidy payment. Its now my bike, and I'll ride it home the next dry day.
It is a very unique bike, basically 100 percent original. Now that doesn't mean its worth a million bucks...its just unique because its original, and older than WWII. Best of all its a well sorted out daily rider, I can keep it and not worry about a rust fleck or humidity or a rubber piece not being perfectly black. So it is the perfect vintage bike for the king of dirty bikes.
I rode it to the premier of Long Way Down with my friend on my bike a few years ago where I took my favorite picture of it next to the Rock. So far. Meet my 1938 WL-45
Finally, today, I was told that I needed to pick it up, it sounds ominous but my friend just didnt want it languishing anymore and his vision is bad enough he has lost his license. I told him I just wouldnt take it and arranged a tidy payment. Its now my bike, and I'll ride it home the next dry day.
It is a very unique bike, basically 100 percent original. Now that doesn't mean its worth a million bucks...its just unique because its original, and older than WWII. Best of all its a well sorted out daily rider, I can keep it and not worry about a rust fleck or humidity or a rubber piece not being perfectly black. So it is the perfect vintage bike for the king of dirty bikes.
I rode it to the premier of Long Way Down with my friend on my bike a few years ago where I took my favorite picture of it next to the Rock. So far. Meet my 1938 WL-45
