Originally Posted by
cudak888
A few bits of progress tonight -
...The way I see it, the 1980 Raleigh Sports is so far removed from it's heritage that building it up with some decidedly modern touches might suit it. That, and it needs something to break up all the monotony of silver - even though there's a certain monochromatic theme going on here. 50 Shades of Ralgrey?
-Kurt
...and now for the soft porn of British C&V.
Chapter One: The Pastor Visits The Shed
It began on a forlorn New Hampshire afternoon. The sky was overcast. Winter was in the air. The cycling season would soon abruptly end in the mountains of northern New England. Gray clouds hung low upon the bald granite summits, which had been scraped cleaned eons ago by dirty glaciers riding hard upon their surfaces. Subsequently sooty forest fires insured their continued 360 degree views. Yet it was the power and forces of a desperate mother nature which had shaped this darkening landscape over the course of many eons--- which remain shrouded in the mysterious fog of a land long unwatched by human eyes.
On that day when gray sleet pellets annoyingly announced their chilling intentions with an occasional "whack-whack" to the Bell helmet, the pastor trundled his way up the broken asphalt drive from the main road circling the wind chopped lake. There the docks had all been pulled and stacked neatly away from the shoreline. The boats, kayaks and canoes, were wrapped for their long winter naps. Steely ice was beginning to cluster and grow around boulders standing proud from wind whipped waves. Wrenching season was descending with a vengeance.
The pastor was heading to the fabled village "stump dump." Here the citizens came to make deposits; no longer functioning appliances, yard debris of branches and dead leaves, spent propane canisters, scrap metal, and the odds and ends of long forgotten, neglected, and no longer needed basement, attic, garage, and shed treasures. These latter things were first placed in or around the shed. The pastor checked here first.
There was nothing special about the shed--- itself. A wooden structure built by civil servants from scrap or repurposed spare lumber. From the inside gaps between ill-fitted boards admitted feeble late fall sunlight--- the little that could permeate the deepening overcast. They had probably constructed it during an in between time--- plowing and other road-agent work. Despite its lack of pedigree--- the shed contained treasures--- or the possibility of treasures--- none the less.
To be continued....
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Bob
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