My horde is on vacation this month. I think they're looting and pillaging in New England, but they can't even be bothered to send me a postcard. If they don't bring me back some maple sugar candy or something, there will be a brisk round of floggings when they return to work.
My hoard of TA cages is...well...pretty scabby, and has a fair degree of rust. I salvage them out of junk bins in my travels for what they're really worth - maybe a couple of bucks a pop. If you live in an urban area that had a lot of bikes in the 70s, there will be bashed-up TA steel cages around; they were common as dirt on Bike Boom-era bikes. You just have to keep your eyes open, and don't pay collector-fetish money for anything that isn't absolutely perfect. If there's peeled chrome, rust or bent rails, pay the guy the couple of bucks it's worth. Consumer awareness!
Peter Adler
who realizes he's making a funny at the expense of another spellcheck victim, but it's been a dull evening in
Berkeley, CA/USA