Building Poli Chapter Three: Take All Your Clothes Off, Baby
A budget build means not everyone gets their way.
Day one in my allotted space in the basement. Cramped among bike tires, pots, cardboard boxes, a ladder and sundry articles either in storage or in sporadic use, this is where Poli – yes, she has a name now – will rise. Like Phoenix out of the ashes. Only that in this case, Poli will rise out of the debris of a slaughtered bike.
Poli won’t be equipped with brand spanking new parts. Costs must be kept down, and that means that one bike will lose its life – I mean, wheels – so that another one can roll.
Chiquita is a Santa Cruz Tallboy LTc. My first trail bike and my first and only full suspension bike. I’ve had a ton of fun on Chiquita. Yet all good things come to an end, and I’ve decided to strip Chiquita of all her intimates – wires and all.
In our era of consumption, people may not remorse getting rid of something as material as a bike. However, five years and numerous of adventures makes me a bit melancholic now that Chiquita will be reduced to a faded yellow frame, hidden behind cardboard boxes and the ladder in the corner of the basement.
I may blow the dust off her again if the hardtail project is a complete failure and my body needs the cushion offered by a full suspension bike. After all, old love doesn’t rust, and particularly not if it’s made of carbon.