Reason Not the Need

It all happened so fast.

When it finally happened.  For weeks we have been discussing our own “pandemic cleanup” instincts.  We identified a few items of furniture: a tray table, a child crib used by grandkids who are now going on 14 and 12, and some of the bikes in our garage.

Twin tube bike like Jane’s

Of the latter, I’ve heard it quipped that the correct number of bikes to own is one fewer than will cause a divorce.  In that case, it’s the number 5 in our marriage.  And Jane also had her own bike—entirely unused for more than a decade—hanging on the garage wall.  It was an old style frame that she’d had since childhood, a nice red “girl’s bike,” meaning it had clearance for a skirt, which it was assumed that any female would want to wear while cycling.  The “diagonal tube” was not a single tube at all, but two thin tubes that split to go on either side of the seat tube and converge with the seat stays and chainstays to support the rear axle.  The gears were shifted by two levers on the handlebar stem.



Bianchi Squadra, how I fell in love with thin tires

As for my bikes, I gave up riding anything except the Jamis Coda Comp after my prostate cancer in 2015.  I had put on enough weight to make riding the Trek 2.1 problematic, as well as the old classic Bianchi Squadra, a beautiful pink road bike of Andrew’s painted to match the leader’s jersey of the Giro d’Italia.  The Trek and the Bianchi may have become off-limits at present, but they are keepers.  My own older bikes, a Fuji SE and a Specialized Hardrock, had seen many miles of road in the years I’ve had them (1995 for the Specialized and 2003 for the Fuji).  I estimate that I logged a total of at least 15,000 miles on them, and aside from the Bianchi they were my only rides until the Jamis (2004) and Trek (2009).  I later tried fixing up the Specialized as a “commuter bike” to run errands and go shopping, but that usage never became a steady part of my riding habits.  But the Specialized and Fuji were old friends.  Upright posture, steady handling; in my younger days, when I was 55 or so, I could on occasion wring out a 16 mph ride to Herndon and back on the Specialized.  Old friends, in their relative klunkiness they absorbed a lot of sweat and strenuous effort, and got me ready to fall in love with thin tires when I inherited the Bianchi.


Fuji SE, old friend now departed.

But no 81-year-old who seldom gets on any bike anymore needs five bikes.  And when our newest ride, a 2019 Audi A6, came on the scene, the bike rack on that side of the garage made parking precarious.  So the discussion was about which bikes to jettison.  Jane’s, the Fuji, and the Specialized drew short straws, as did the motley collection of backup wheels, tubes and tires hanging on the bike racks.  But that was idle “some day” talk.  After checking haul-away prices, we tried to give away the furniture: the old, weathered, but elegant colonial tray table, my parents’ double bed for the last 13 years of their marriage with antique posts and old-wood headboard, the newish and lightly used crib.  No takers.  And I mean NO takers.  Not in the NextDoor neighborhood website.  Not by the curb with a “FREE for the taking” sign.

And then this week the electric lawn mower died.  The on/off switch, precariously linked to an orange handle that had to be held in, started cutting out in mid-mow, thanks in part to the fact that the silly fragile plastic handle broke and had to be taped together to make the machine run at all.

The new Black and Decker 20” electric mower was ordered Monday from Home Depot, and delivered free by FedEx so quietly on Thursday that only a text message told us that it was in front of the garage door.  No tools needed for assembly, except a box cutter to cut the carton for a rollout.  And so yesterday morning we folded up the old mower and put it by the curb with the trash.  Having done some research we realized it might not get taken away; the trash company, in an apparent conflict of interest, also runs a trash hauling service, and for $225 and up they will haul off a number of items.  Used to be they’d do a special pickup of one item for $35, but no more.  So when they passed by and left not only an empty barrel but a dead Homelite mower, we knew the time had come.  Most junk haulers will not give a quote or define their rates online, so we expected some phoning would be necessary.  Yet shortly after leaving our info online with a local referral service, we got a call.  The guy wanted a relatively reasonable price for the whole lot: crib, bed frame, mower, three bikes.  And he could be there in 35 minutes!  Crisis!  But no doubt we’d facilitate his schedule.  We pulled the bed out of the basement so he wouldn’t have to go in the house, put everything else out front, and then I raced off to the grocery store because it was the window of time to pick up our order.  When I got back less than 15 minutes later, the truck was in the driveway loaded and ready to leave.  About five sentences of pleasantries, in which the hauler said they were nice bikes and I agreed, saying just new tire tubes and de-rusted and re-oiled chains would make them fine again, and then our erstwhile possessions had been hauled away.

From first online inquiry to completion of the transaction had taken less than two hours.  No time to get sentimental or have second thoughts.  And I am glad that now all five of our rides—the Trek, the Bianchi, the Jamis, the A6, and the A3—have ample spaces of their own.

But it’s the abrupt end of an era.

©Arnold J. Bradford, 2020

3 thoughts on “Reason Not the Need

  1. Good piece. Good insights. Strange how stuff holds onto us and how others just don’t see the same value in our stuff as we do. Like pulling off the bandage quickly, you could say goodbye quickly to all that great stuff filled with history and emotion. Hard to imagine that our parents and grandparents experienced the very same thing with their great stuff.

    • Know why I didn’t? The two things my local place requires for bike donations are inflated tires and no rust on the chain. Those are exactly the two things that most bikes that have gone unused for several years, even in a garage, are not going to have. And in my situation I just decided I could not go through the time and expense of purchasing and installing new inner tubes and removing, cleaning, oiling, and replacing the chains. One consolation: the junk guy said he was going to keep one bike for himself, and he might have a home for one of the others. I have a feeling all three are probably going to end up being recycled into the local community.

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