Originally Posted by rustystrings61

Saturday I was being proper and adult and helping to clear out the house by taking a load of stuff to the Salvation Army. As I was getting out of the car to get the first box, Calvin the muscle-guy of the operation said, "We got a bike in and it looks like a good one."

Well, dang. So I unloaded all the old clothes and kitchen utensils and decor items and parked the car and went in and was greeted by this poor Univega Arrowpace. And though I told myself, no, I'm not gonna do this, I don't need another bike, we're gonna be moving soon, do you really want to cram one more bike into the storage space you're gonna have to rent for an undisclosed time ..." so I told Calvin, "if it's still here Monday." Of course, I say this maybe 30 minutes before closing.

So this morning I'm out overseeing some work on our next home, and on the way back into town I swing by. Calvin's not there, and at first I don't see the bike, and I'm about to walk out thinking, "it's okay, it wasn't meant to be," and I turn and see it behind a mobile clothing rack. So I bought it, and here it is as found. I am happy to report the seatpost is NOT stuck, though the pedals and stem may require some serious effort. I figure, worst case scenario, I at least got one of my favorite 80s saddles in good nick for $24.99, along with a set of Dia-Compe sidepulls, and maybe a few other bits. And it occurs to me that I've never owned a Univega before, and why not? But the odds are it'll get mothballed for yet another edition of the Clunker Challenge. Or I'll get bored, or something.