Besides Curtis and Ralph buying up what hadn't left the parking lot before setting up, the morning appeared ominous. As the doors opened, the rain hit: a downpour for about fifteen minutes, and then it warmed up, the sun came out.
There was a lot of vintage stuff for sale, I thought. Interesting stuff: there's a refinished Holdsworth track bike from the fifties or sixties that still fills my fantasies but not my garage; Sam had a chrome unidentified fifties or sixties English bike in very unrestored condition; a couple of Paramounts, and lots of vintage parts. The spring swap at Trexlertown does not, however, equal the fall. Perhaps the rain, with the forecast of more, kept both buyers and sellers away. For example I did not see the bike messenger crowd that usually shows at the Trexlertown swaps.
There was one extremely weird bike with an odd transmission system. Before I could examine it, however, it was gone. It appeared ideal for Harvey Sachs to bring to the Cirque, but I had no chance either to buy it or examine it enough to relate what it was.
But beyond the parts, I always find going to Trexlertown a worthwhile trip. Nothing like walking around with CR folks, looking at and for vintage stuff. This year, unlike others, Larry Osborn acted as the voice of reason for my buying. On the drive home, I wondered whether my thinking of Larry as the voice of reason portends a danger sign of my own reason. Kevin Kruger already mentioned many who were there. Always fun.
Cheers.
Tom Hayes
Chagrin Falls, Ohio USA