Saturday we went south to ski country, as my parents were camping with the girls in a hilltop park just outside of Naples (eleven year old now wants a popup, too bad we don't have the money, or a trailer hitch). We hit a few garage sales on the way down, and I found a Schwinn women's three speed for one dollar! The tires were rotted, the chain was rusty, but the frame was solid, in pretty blue, with a few rust spots.
Eleven year old is picky about her bike, she wants something faster than a fixed gear bike, with a coaster brake. A three speed is the only thing I can think that fits the bill.
A few years ago we found a Huffy (made in England) women's three speed in the garbage. It was a bit rusty, but the mechanicals were good, and the tires new. It almost worked for eleven year old, but the wheels rubbed a little.
Sunday, after the flea market (more on that later) and the attic (more on that later), I started working on bikes. I swapped tires and tubes with the two three speeds (the Schwinn rims are less rusty, and I hold a forlorn hope a collector will want our classic Huffy with original rims for $$$), moved the shifter, oiled the chain, arranged the seat and straightened the handlebars, to make the Schwinn rideable.
After that I moved onto the Kawasaki, I'm now convinced my big washer won't work, it makes the whole starter clutch too tight (nevermind that it's an OEM part, I think the parts diagram is wrong). My next step, tonight, is to take off that washer (it sits between the starter clutch and starter sprocket) and hand cut some big gaskets to go over the crankshaft and act as an oil seal. I have actual gakser material, so I don't have to cut up old innertubes.
We were quite productive Sunday, before I tackled the bikes (which was fun), I cleaned up a corner of the attic (lots of splinters and shingles from our reroof years ago) and brought down bins and bags of handmedowns and outgrown clothing for Mrs Ha to reuse, throw out or donate. This morning I bought shelves (the plastic kind was on sale, and I don't enjoy assembling the metal erector/Mechano sort) and screening to safely ventilate the attic.
I had a good morning at the flea market, even getting a functional Parker fountain pen for $2. I'm not sure of the model, it's a cheaper one with an Aerometric fil cartridge, in dove grey with a silver cap and arrow, and one band. But it writes, and only needed a little warm water to loosen things up.
Compare this to the Salvo in Buffalo, where we got a skirt for eleven year old and nothing else. I'm not used to seeing jeans cost $5 at a Salvo.
Anyhow, the girls got home late yesterday afternoon and eleven year old liked her new (to her) bike. She wouldn't be put off with a ride in the future, so I got out the hitchhiker and the girls and I rode around for while, through the remnants of the Park Ave fest, past various friends houses who weren't home or out, until we got to AF family, where they had just gotten back from picking a Trek bike for AF_mom off CL, it looked nearly new. New bikes for everyone!
It looks like a bachelor night for me, as Mrs. Ha and the girls are heading back to Buffalo to see her sisters. No gaming with others tonight, I have coffee to roast (the Brazilian screen dried Morinha Formosa to a full city was awesome), a bike to fix, electricity to play with and then, maybe some solitaire gaming.
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