I bought a Tour Easy recumbent that I named Nellie because of an unexpectedly fast ride down an aptly named hill in western Maryland called Big Savage Mountain. As I zoomed past 45 miles per hour fully loaded with touring gear, it occurred to me that one false move and I was doomed. So I yelled "Whoa, Nellie!", hit the brakes and the name stuck. (After reaching the bottom of the hill in one piece, I returned to Dagobah for additional training.)
I've been beating on this bike for ten years and after some unpleasantness this spring (a crash, snagging a friend's pants in the chain, a broken chain), I finally reached a milestone that, I have to admit, leaves me chuffed. Four miles into today's commute Big Nellie hit the big 3-0. Now if I knew how to operate my crappy little digital camera I would have a good picture to prove it, but you're just going to have to believe me. Maybe someday the picture can be digitally enhanced when they induct Big Nellie into the lawn chair hall of fame.
|No Decimals, I Swear|
My plan is to switch over to Little Nellie (no relation), my Bike Friday New World Tourist, while I contemplate some serious TLC for Ms. Big.
Here's the to do list.
|Fairing with Black Duct Tape Trim|
|Scratches in My Line of Sight|
|Wearing through the Seat Cover|
|Torn Seat Back|
Replace the seat bag: The seat back slips over the seat back. It holds a whole bunch of stuff but mine is torn top and bottom.
|Tears in Top of Seat Bag|
I think the tab for the three new parts will run about $700. A new bike would cost $2,800 or so.
So now I turn my attention to getting the new saddle on Little Nellie set up just so. And to going to see Norah Jones at Wolf Trap tomorrow night.