My father bought this bike for me in the Summer of 1984 when I was 12 years old. I rode it everywhere and have many fond memories over countless miles. My first kiss occurred while standing astride my trusty two-wheeled steed. After getting my drivers license, I rode it only occasionally and it eventually became one of the many items taking up space in my garage. I picked up mountain biking in the mid 90’s and the Raleigh became all but forgotten.
One day this Winter I noticed it leaning against the wall in the corner with the kids’ toys, covered in cobwebs and dust. The old Raleigh seemed to beckon me to be ridden again in spite of the flat tires and overall neglected condition.
After some elbow grease and few bucks for the Brooks saddle and bar tape this old bike is almost like new. After more than a dozen years of single track biking, I’m looking forward to hitting the open road again.