Once upon a time there lived a immoderate Crevice Dwelling Geezer who derived great joy from summit hikes and peddling his hard tail mountain bike up roads and trails with ridiculous inclines. It was a solitary ritual for the most part. After all, what fully witted person willingly chooses gruel and suffering? But physical trials release such a rush of endorphins, a whitewash of mind, body, and soul, that they soon became his drug of choice.
One recent day, Geezer Guy faced a black mass of clouds that built while he ascended Camp Bird Road to the mine. He made a quick U turn at the top and pointed his 29'er down hill… toward Mouse's Chocolates, dreaming of one (or two) of their infamous Scrap Cookies and a hot cup of Americana.
Speed is a wonderful thing. An integral part of why I love to peddle up long ridiculously steep hills is due to the joyous sense of flight derived from the descent. For men, there are but a couple of things in this life beyond sex that never lose their thrill. One is flying down a loose-graveled road in an aerodynamical tuck, a blur of trees and rocks and bridge railings, the chatter of teeth and suspension, and living on the edge of a collarbone incident (knock on wood). It is pure delight.
But in the midst of this delight, trying to outrun a storm, Geezer Guy hears a distinct "POP." He brakes, gives the 29'er a quick look-over. Nothing seems out of order, so flight to Scrap Cookie is resumed. All is well.
A few days later Geezer jumps on his 29'er for another ride up Camp Bird, but the seat rocks back and forth front to back. Uh oh. Broken frame, right where the seat post tube intersects the main tube… a notorious week spot.
A quick Google search reveals a Lifetime Warranty on Gary Fisher frames. But, Gary Fisher was bought out by Trek a few years ago. More research reveals that any claims must be accompanied by a receipt as proof of purchase of the original owner. Fat chance.
|Trying out a Gary Fisher 29'er in Tucson, way back in 2008|
|Salesman getting bored with all my questions…|
Long story longer… it occurred to my Bobbie that we likely put the bike purchase on our credit card, and she promptly went on-line to see about accessing our charges from 2008. It took a few days for Citi Bank to comply, but there it was… April, 2008, a $200 downpayment-to-order expenditure to Fairwheel Bicycles on University Street in Tucson, Arid-zona. Then a $847.37 final payment when we picked it up. Sweet.
I contacted Kent at Poppa Wheelies Bike Shop in Montrose, where we bought Bobbie's new full suspension Trek Lush last year, and gave him my sad story. He contacted his Trek Rep and worked on my behalf to get the frame replaced with a new Trek frame. I'm happy to report it's on its way. It will cost $160 dollars to have all the old components switched to the new frame.
Unfortunately, the Trek will be a Hard Tail, just like the Gary Fisher. But I realize that my hard-riding mountain bike years are finite, if not numbered less than fingers on a left hand. It would be nice to have a full suspension bike, but, in my eyes, it doesn't justify an additional $2,000 bucks. Maybe if I was ten years younger, but not now, on the precipice of Geezerdom and Medicare (sniff).
R. I. P., Gary Fisher. I'm a Trek guy now…