I took apart my oldest and most awesome bike last fall to do my "great divide" trip. I put it back together today. cannondale t500. 8 speed bar end shifters, low gear of 32x32.
I bought it and rode it from Pittsburgh to Seattle in 2001. Then across The Netherlands, Belgium, Luxemburg, Germany, The Czech Republic and into Poland, then Back to Germany in 2003. I rode the Pittsburgh - DC trail on it. It has racks and fenders and sometimes has hauled a BOB trailer.
I started working as a bike messenger on it in 2001, but then caught the cool guy bug and bought a real actual road bike.
My dispatcher borrowed it in 2004 and managed to get it stolen while he went in to get a 6 pack.A year later Brett Brody and I were riding home from our all too awesome jobs at Jet when I saw some kid ride past on it. We turned around and Brett was the muscle and I took my bike back from the kid. He offered to ride it to my house for me, but I said "you are done riding this bike." I just held the stem and rode the rest of the way home, leaving that kid standing there with his helmet on and his U-lock in hand. It is my steady errand runner, rainy day rider and future tour hopeful.
I actually finished a bike race this weekend! HIGH OF 28 degrees in April!! 20 something mile ride there, 20 something mile race, 20 something miles back in a partial whiteout. 80 something mile day. Only Mayhew and myself did the full roundtrip. Danny Chew told me that he was proud. My buddy Minturn took the W. I felt bad for Chris Cioccio. We put the hurt on him so bad that he faked a flat. 3 gpoa nerds attacking jake was like the end of braveheart, he just wouldnt give up and you just wanted to hear "MERCY!!!" but he fought and fough. Gnarly.
Today is Dingus Day. According to 1 of the 4 polish people that I know, it means that boys dump water on girls, or shoot them with squirt guns. Very interesting.