An eclectic collection of camping stories, trailer-towing articles, campground and park reviews as we discover the world of RV camping in our small camping trailer.
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stared at the old man's eyes as he slowly walked around our old,
damaged bicycle. I turned my head slightly, trying not to be obvious.
He was as intent on the bicycle as I was on him. He recognized the
copper-colored Lady Raleigh immediately.
Never, never carry bicycles on the back of a trailer!
His eyes went from the front
fender, down the twin-tube upper frame to the pedals and back to the
rear fender. The bicycle itself wasn't damaged, but the rear wheel
and tire were mangled beyond repair. It didn't matter, I could tell
he wanted the bike.
been well kept,” he mumbled., as he fingered the curve of the rear
fender. “Except for the twenty-seven inch wheel, don't know if I
got one of those.” We were simply trying to make a decision: fix
my wife's bicycle that fell in the middle of U.S. 41 when my
bumper-mounted bike rack broke, or scrap it and go for a new bike. I
told him how the bike was damaged. “Oh, I get these that fall off
bike racks all the time,” he replied. “Yours is not too bad.”
year old Jack Oewein owns Jack's Bikes, a one-man show run from a
double storage unit at the U-Haul facility at Mile Marker 103.5 on
the Oversea Highway in Key Largo. He has too many bikes for me to
count stowed at various angles in the two storage units. He has
classic bicycles from original dual-headlight Western Fliers from the
late fifties and early sixties, to dust covered Sears Roebuck and
J.C. Higgins cruisers, all tightly packed in his valuable little
world. He can probably tell you anything you would want to know
about any of them. He is more than a used-bike dealer, he is a
got start selling this stuff off,” he says, waving his arm vaguely
in the direction of the storage unit, “I'm getting' too old to hang
on to all this stuff.” Nevertheless, he wanted the Lady Raleigh we
placed temptingly in front of him. The Lady Raleigh had the
traditional skinny road tires that my wife wanted to get rid of. She
couldn't go off road in any sense of the word, and wanted a bicycle
more suited to dirt or gravel roads. My old mountain-bike damaged
the front wheel and tire, and luckily, suffered no other damage when
it too, crashed to the highway.
you what, I'll fix your bicycle,” pointing at my old, black Huffy,”
and I'll toss in that women's Giant you're wife is looking at for
your Raleigh and a hundred bucks.” Ilse had just fallen in love
with a rebuilt Giant with thumb shifters he had on display in the
gravel driveway. She had ridden it around the U-Haul lot and was
ready to bargain with Jack. No bargaining required,we were both getting what we wanted. A hand shake
and we soon loaded my fixed bike and Ilse's new knobby-tired Giant with
the shifters she loves on our brand new bicycle carrier, mounted
securely on the back of the Sequoia SUV. He did OK, and so did we.
A great way to start our Keys vacation.