“Only the good die young” – It’s an expression we often use when humans expire prematurely. It helps us feel better about a loss and it has become so cliche that even Billy Joel wrote a song about it. That is all well and good, but have you ever noticed that we only use that expression for people? Nobody ever uses that to describe inanimate stuff, let alone bike parts. I like my stuff to be reliable and the newest (youngest) things might not be what works best. Like how I only use hubs that have the names Chris, Paul or Phil on them. Or how I never use plastic handlebars. They might not be the lightest and most hip, but I really appreciate things that just plain work. That’s why I say: “Only the good die old” when referring to my bike parts.
Recently, I have suffered a horrible loss. Two of my favorite and most loyal pieces of gear have finally died.
I remember the day she came into my life 14 years ago. She set me back $100 and a sandwich for a shop co-worker. All 27.2mm around and 13 inches of glory. I hesitated before making her mine. How good could a seatpost be? Little did I know that she would outlast 7 frames in her lifetime. But now, with Aluminum bits worn smooth, clamp tired and over used, she slips without effort. Sure, I could probably shim it with a beer can and get another 6 months or maybe even a year out of it. But that would be an insult to more than a decade of loyal use. RIP Moots seatpost, you will be missed.
The second loss resulted in a pair divided. Twins, perfect reflections of each other, who were always there when I needed them. When everybody and their brother had to have disc brakes instead of v-brakes, I scooped them up and gave them a home. When that customer came into the shop to buy those shitty Purple Hayes brakes and left them on my bench, I knew it was meant to be. For the past 10 years I have run mechanical disc brakes on my singlespeeds just so I could use these Paul Love Levers. Our relationship was over in an instant when I got caught daydreaming in a tight corner. Thoughts of naked women combined with a nice buzz left me on the ground bleeding and my lever broken beyond repair.
I don’t know what I should do with these scraps of metal. They have been so loyal to me and seen me through so many adventures. From cowering in caves to avoid a thunderstorm, to my first (and last) 24 hour solo effort, to tours across dozens of states and everything else in between. I feel some sort of viking funeral is in order, a funeral pyre to send them off to Valhalla. But, in all reality, I will probably just hold on to them until I find some way to re-purpose them.
Cheers to great parts that last! Because only the good die old.
keep it dirty…by
Dude that was beautiful.
So much for “buy the best and only cry once”.
Chimney strap them bitches to an old weathered piece of fence board and hang it above your fireplace, or the gimp cage.
Make a bottle opener outta the lever. Needs to happen.
On the subject of Valkyries, if my ride takes through Auckland Domain, I’ll always detour & pay my respect to the ladies.
I’m deluded enough to think that when I finally end up under a bus, a buxom Nordic lady will ride down & take me to Valhalla.
Sad reality is, one look at me & they’ll tell me to take the bus..
Uhhhm, what do you do? Order a replacement lever & keep riding!
Coupla zip ties & some Duct tape & you’re good to go.
Dude, what a fitting memorial. Maybe take the time to honour them by making bicycle art from their remains. A bit morbid maybe, but definitely a conversation starter. RIP to your faithful parts and best of luck in finding similar parts to have a long lasting relationship with in the future.
Wait, what? Only the one lever is toast? Fixed gear don’t need but one brake. So take the good lever and build a fixed gear bike up around it, duh.
Sheesh, buy a vowel.
Find a high ceiling and raise them to the rafters.
Couple of welds here and there, 3 more years!
RIP old good parts. Celebrate with new(ish) parts that will continue the tradition. You should also splerge and get some fresh OURY GRIPS, the best grips evah, only slightly improved by the clamp on version. It was just last spring that I made the jump to 9-speed on my MTB, a combination of part failure and lack of 8-speed replacement part selection. And so it goes.
….and yeah my shit’s kept “Dirty”.
Get drunk and throw them bitches in a hot fire.
Run that rig as a fixed gear and you only need one lever for the front brake. You should be riding right front (moto) anyway.
Dirty, I have an old pair of love levers. Email me. They’re yours.
I’ll bet Paul could still locate a new lever or the needed bits. Just sayin’.
From the days of CK?
I’m with el jefe, that’s part of the reason you use nice shit, it comes from companies that don’t outsource to increase profitability for shareholders, actually ride bikes themselves, are passionate about what they do, and believe, deep down to their toes, in the power of good stuff.
My guess, Paul has the clamp section. Maybe a new bushing, and that sucker is back in the game.
Post? Send it to Moots. New alloy saddles, a bit of re knurling of the inner sleeve, a polish, some fresh bolts, inspection, and rock it for another 10 years.
Why buy nice shit if you’re just gonna give up after it breaks a fingernail?
I buy nice shit for all the above reasons you do, but additionally, because it means less crap in the landfill, or, on the wall of shame at the shop…..
“…breaks a fingernail…”
Never looked at it quite that way, but I think you’ve pretty well summed it up.