She's a frankenbike, for sure, cobbled together from old and cast-away parts resurrected from several other long-gone and broke-down bikes. Neither pretty, nor vintage, nor especially cherry, she's nevertheless a good bike: reliable, simple, and darn fun to ride... A kind of homage to Charlie Cunnigham's Indian, too, I suppose. For certain, my go-to bike in the early weeks of spring, when the world is puddle-wonderful, as the trails clear of snow, when all the small creeks are flowing.
|Note: missing teeth on large chain-ring. I'm goofy-footed, generally.|