If this post’s title sounds a little familiar, it’s because this is the second time I rebuild one of these K2 bikes. The bike itself is nothing special–though these entry-level MTBs from the ’90s never cease to amaze me with how well they hold up and how versatile they are–but it does have the distinction of being the first project I do in my very own workshop–which is really just a tiny room in an annex to our house, but it’s mine and I’m absolutely in love with it.
Wrenching in the cramped hallway of a rental apartment–and having so much fun doing it–taught me an important lesson: don’t wait for the perfect conditions to start doing something. The right conditions will either never come at all, or when they do come, you’ll regret not doing it sooner. I wrote before about bike repair and the joy it brought into my life, so I won’t repeat all of that here, but suffice it to say, deciding to do it despite the lack of a proper space was one of the best decisions of my life.
Somehow I managed to forget to take the “before” photos, so you’ll just have to believe me that the bike was really dirty and rusty before 😊
