The Denny/McLean

Well, it got finished. Here it was in the wild in NYC.  Then the wreck.  The reason I call it the Denny/McLean is because Russ Denny patched all back together.  Russ used to work for Dave Moulton. So none better to repair this frame.  Enjoy.

Klunker

I bought this mystery bike for $100.00.  Best investment ever.  This turned out after a $1000.00 worth of parts to be the greatest cruiser I've had since my very first bike.  This thing goes everywhere with me.  Hope you like it.

Working On It

Things take a little while but the next step is in line.  Off to the finisher.

I only took ten years.

As some of you know there are two "marks" I really enjoy.  Moulton and Mclean.  This post is about a McLean I have been chasing for 10.  This bike rode around NYC messenger style on the gritty roads for ten or maybe even longer.

Well It finally came me for free.  well free is a misnomer.  This bike was in relative solid condition until it decided to have a fight with a truck.  You can guess who won.  It has been a long time since I fired up the blog but I am going to dedicate some time to this project and to the blog on this.  So here are the first salvo of photos to get us started on the journey of saving this wreck.

Here is how she looked when first spotted in NYC 10 years ago.

And here she is after the frame took on a truck in the city.  Ok I got the frame for free but not really because she needs to go to surgery at the hands of Mr. Russ Denny.

 So now the repairs begin and the story go on.  More to come.......

Ritchey...well maybe.

 

Well it has been awhile since my last post ...but who gives a shit.  About a month ago I bought this supposed Ritchey.  Its not, anyway I bought it for 100 bux so who cares.  I called a local frame builder and he quoted me a price for a clean up.  After thinking about it I said I can do this.  So this has become an experiment in fillet brazing. Let see how good I am at cleaning this bastard up.

Very eye opening.

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Road Trip

As road trips go this was one of the best.  I mean Spring Training.  Watching eight games in four day might not be your cup of tea but it is hard to beat Baseball, Hotdogs and beer in the perfect spring weather of Phoenix, AZ.  I highly recommend this experience not only from the mental aspect but from a spiritual one also.  Nothing like going to your favorite temple, oops I mean baseball park.  I was great sitting and chatting with different fans from all over the country and getting a different perspective on the game as well chatting it up about politics and religion.  And yes no fights broke.  What a country!