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Abused Little End Table
I found this dying little end table callously tossed aside as junk. It was damn ugly, for sure.
Scrapped China Cabinet
I found an old china cabinet in a dumpster. The glass top was smashed and unusable. But the bottom was in good shape, except for a hole in the top. I knew that would be a quick fix. It was. Cut a piece of wood to fit, attached it to the sanded and painted body … Continue reading “Scrapped China Cabinet”
Salvaged Dining Room Set
This exceedingly solid, heavy set was on its way to a landfill when I found it. Two trips in my Volkswagen later, I was knee deep in sawdust. This thing was in really poor cosmetic shape, but after some attention, it was ready for another 30 years of abuse.
Sad Dresser to Kitchen Island
This dresser is one item that I actually paid for. But only because it was exactly the size I was looking for to build an island in my kitchen. I removed the top of the dresser for use in another project, sanded and painted the rest of the body. The drawers I sanded to bare … Continue reading “Sad Dresser to Kitchen Island”
The First Three Miles
Three miles. Three miles was all I could ride without a break on my first few rides after deciding to get back on a bicycle after a 20-some-year hiatus. They were a hard-earned three miles, too, what with the wheezing and the heart pounding and all. I felt lucky to have completed them and dreaded … Continue reading “The First Three Miles”
PHOTOS: Finding the Right Handlebars
I’ve gone through several handlebar setups on my bike recently, trying to find the positioning I really like. It hasn’t been easy.
Dropping My Drop Bars, For Good
It’s been like The Holidays around here lately. I’ve gotten package after package from some of my favorite retailers: Velo Orange, Rivendell, Pedro’s tools, Modern Bike. All these shiny new toys serve a purpose, however: I’m finally ridding myself of the drop bars on my bike. I’m taking a stand, eschewing the peer and retail … Continue reading “Dropping My Drop Bars, For Good”
X Marks the Spot
The skies have opened. A deluge pounds the thirsty ground outside with authority. Drops the size of quarters fall straight down like little wet bombs that explode as they hit the ground, moistening the dirt in a blast area several times the circumference of their initial impact. There may be no “X” on my calendar … Continue reading “X Marks the Spot”
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