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That's a beauty. If I had a camera I'd take a shot of my vintage bike. similarly handmade.

I once was drinking "mega ritas" in a bar in New Hampshire called the Rivendell. After getting as high as is possible on Tequila and still breathing, I went out to the porch of the bar for a breath of air. I saw a Schwinn Continental (aka the lead sled) parked thereon. Some idea crept upon me and I decided to climb aboard and go for a turn on the wheel (cf Gorey) Within moments I was heading South on I93 near Franconia. A minute or so later my pals had detected my absence formo the bar and sought me out. They commandeered a station wagon (c.1980) and overtook me on the highway, confiscating my purloined bicycle and delivering me back to the Rivendell bar, bike returned to the porch it's owner none the wiser of his bike's peregrinations.

Tequila.