My ongoing midlife crisis vehicle swerves in a different direction: I bought a 1988 Nishiki 1207 at a yard sale for $40. Mostly stock save for a new seat. With the wheels out of true, the stickers plastered over with garbage, the brakes loose, the front tire visibly cracking, the rear cassette visibly rusted, and the rack mounts stripped, the bike needs some work. I am motivated to finally really learn bike maintenan…
Riding on a wheel you have built from parts is a joyous thing.
The bonded frame creaked but it rode great for thousands of miles.
It got stolen and I haven't felt the same about biking since. Miss the hell out of that bike.