It Took Me to School, Jobs & on Tours
Hannes Pfeiffer – Sulphur Springs, AR
The first bike that was truly my own–more than a short-term hand-me-down–was a red Univega Rover mountain bike I got for my 12th birthday. When checking standover height and me tall for my age, the clerk with great foresight asked “she’s only 12?” and sold us the next size up. From independent transportation in middle and high school, to making a University commute and night job possible, to my first tour (a miserably rainy 350 miles solo in October), to teaching me mountain biking the boot camp way–a fully rigid frame and not much brakes over technical trails–we have gone *everywhere*. Even better than the miles is the maintenance–I didn’t do a lick but WD-40 the chain until I hit college, then my poor rattly bike encountered the school bike co-op, I got my hands greasy part by part, and eight years later I’m proudly working as a mechanic! Now stored as the spare bike at my parents’, I’m itching to give her a full makeover into a stylish cruiser and a touch of class befitting everything I’ve put that bike through and gotten out of. Other bikes come and go in my small fleet, but that one is sticking around.