Let's redecorate the living room!

I was talking with my pal Lyle the other day. And as often happens, our conversation turned to bikes. On this particular day, we got to chatting about about how traditional “triple triangle” hardtail-type bikes, especially older hand-made ones, are so much fun to look at, as both art and tech with which you can do fun things.

Later that same day, I remembered that it has been just about a year since my ex-wife revealed to me what turned out to be the first of many reasons she had for needing to leave our marriage (ultimately there were more than 20; I kept a list). In that particular moment in October 2024 she told me that one thing that was troubling her was that “everywhere I look, I just see your shit. Especially the garage!  Oh my god, you've completely taken over the garage!"  

True to a point, I'll admit.  Lots of bikes and skis, workbenches and tools out there.  

But, in fairness, I feel she neglected to give me any credit for the fact that there was always ample space for her car to effortlessly be parked inside, too... and also for the fact that most of the tools were there to service and repair not just my shit gear, but likewise our house and the landscaping and outdoor living spaces that surround it.

Aaaanyway, as I was saying, just the other day, closing in fast on that other dark day, the first anniversary of the evening in November when my wife of 28 years said to me, "I just don't love you anymore," having chatted with Lyle and groked certain epiphanies about my life, I moved a few bikes around... brought three of my oldest and favoritest handmade rigs out of the garage and into the house. Now I can see and admire them more often, on the daily in fact, as the works of art they indeed are. 

And if I'm being honest right now, as I look around my redecorated living room, it kinda feels like I've likewise finally fulfilled at least one point of contention in my failed marriage.  I've now quite literally (and arguably also quite ridiculously) put my personal shit anywhere. By doing so, it feels to me as if I've embraced an important step forward in taking full possession of what is now exclusively mine: this house. 

It is (henceforth and inarguably) my space, my home.

After all, home is where your shit is, amirite?

Ibis Mountain Trials (frame serial number 1087) fab'd by Scot Nichols circa 1991

Retrotec Classic (frame serial number 64) fab'd by Bob Seals circa 1993

Repaired by Curtis Inglis circa 1996.

Rock Lobster singlespeed (frame serial number 6) fab'd by Paul Sadoff circa 1985