Eddy
I got my first 10-speed when I was eleven back in 1976. My dad bought it for me along with a pair of Eddy Merckxs - one for him and one for his girlfriend. I don't know how many miles they put on those Merckxs but it wasn't many. A couple years later, my dad's girlfriend dumped him and I inherited a Molteni orange Eddy Merckx at the age of thirteen. It was way more bike that I needed at that age.
I was living in Ann Arbor, MI at the time and I used that Eddy like any kid would use his bike. I rode over to my friends' houses. I rode downtown. I rode to neighboring towns (Dexter). I had no idea that I might actually be able to race the bike but I sure put some miles on it. I also gained an appreciation for the fine Campy components and learned to do all the basic wrenching required to keep it running in tip-top shape.
One evening after attending a weekly computer night at Community High (Commodor 64s and Pets among others), I found Eddy's spot at the bike rack was empty. All that was left was a deftly snipped cable lock. I've had a number of bikes through the years and a few of them have suffered ignoble demises but none stung as much as losing Eddy.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to buy a Merckx Alu-cross. It was used but had only seen limited racing. Much of its appeal was the fact that it was a Merckx and I could somehow get back some part of that bike I lost so many years ago. New Eddy has been my primary race bike for three seasons and I love it. I've got a Redline Conquest for a pit bike and commuter but Eddy fits me much better. The ride is great.
New Eddy has some things that I don't like such as the 1" headset and non-replaceable dérailleur hanger. But I just love the ride.
The best thing about the Eddy crosser is that it connects me to that thirteen year old kid who rode his bike around everywhere. That kid whose bike meant freedom -- freedom to go wherever he pleased, wherever his legs might take him, as fast as he could ride.
I was living in Ann Arbor, MI at the time and I used that Eddy like any kid would use his bike. I rode over to my friends' houses. I rode downtown. I rode to neighboring towns (Dexter). I had no idea that I might actually be able to race the bike but I sure put some miles on it. I also gained an appreciation for the fine Campy components and learned to do all the basic wrenching required to keep it running in tip-top shape.
One evening after attending a weekly computer night at Community High (Commodor 64s and Pets among others), I found Eddy's spot at the bike rack was empty. All that was left was a deftly snipped cable lock. I've had a number of bikes through the years and a few of them have suffered ignoble demises but none stung as much as losing Eddy.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to buy a Merckx Alu-cross. It was used but had only seen limited racing. Much of its appeal was the fact that it was a Merckx and I could somehow get back some part of that bike I lost so many years ago. New Eddy has been my primary race bike for three seasons and I love it. I've got a Redline Conquest for a pit bike and commuter but Eddy fits me much better. The ride is great.
New Eddy has some things that I don't like such as the 1" headset and non-replaceable dérailleur hanger. But I just love the ride.
The best thing about the Eddy crosser is that it connects me to that thirteen year old kid who rode his bike around everywhere. That kid whose bike meant freedom -- freedom to go wherever he pleased, wherever his legs might take him, as fast as he could ride.
