bicycle repair

When I (Dennis) was a young boy, I used to go up to Liberty, Maine and spend summers with my grandparents. I loved to roam around their farm and go through the big, red barn doors to explore inside. Stuffed behind a couple of old tractors in the corner of the barn, I used to see my Uncle Billy's old bike, a 1971 Columbia (see below for how it looked). He had bought it himself with his blueberry money and ridden it as a kid. My grandmother has a photo of Billy posing at age 11 on his bike. (I [...]