Drawing the frame up on paper is relaxing, getting a proper fit on the tubes is interesting, brazing is enjoyable business, then comes the clean-up. Filing, sanding, more filing and sanding. I don't particularly like the cleanup work but its how its gonna shine when I'm done that gets me through it. I don't consider it a bicycle frame until its finished. Check out Braze-On Man. He was the center for the Redskins but since they didn't get into the playoffs he's got a little free time to lend a hand. The old Bringheli jig has served me well on many frames. I quit counting frames after #10 but I imagine I'm getting close to #100. The last couple of years I've tried to get away from giving any attention to unimportant numbers, like age, etc., and just focus on the tasks of the day. One time I actually forgot that it was my birthday. I was filling out an entry form for a motocross race and asked the girl behind the table what the date was and she said..., and I said, "No lie?", and she said, "If I'm lying, I'm dying, and there's gonna be a lot of boys crying." As I was walking back to the pits I started thinking that since it was my birthday that I might have a really special race. It was if you consider bent bars, a smashed pipe, and a trashed radiator special.
Drawing the frame up on paper is relaxing, getting a proper fit on the tubes is interesting, brazing is enjoyable business, then comes the clean-up. Filing, sanding, more filing and sanding. I don't particularly like the cleanup work but its how its gonna shine when I'm done that gets me through it. I don't consider it a bicycle frame until its finished. Check out Braze-On Man. He was the center for the Redskins but since they didn't get into the playoffs he's got a little free time to lend a hand. The old Bringheli jig has served me well on many frames. I quit counting frames after #10 but I imagine I'm getting close to #100. The last couple of years I've tried to get away from giving any attention to unimportant numbers, like age, etc., and just focus on the tasks of the day. One time I actually forgot that it was my birthday. I was filling out an entry form for a motocross race and asked the girl behind the table what the date was and she said..., and I said, "No lie?", and she said, "If I'm lying, I'm dying, and there's gonna be a lot of boys crying." As I was walking back to the pits I started thinking that since it was my birthday that I might have a really special race. It was if you consider bent bars, a smashed pipe, and a trashed radiator special.
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