My primary bike is an 8-speed Breezer Uptown with all the bells and whistles, which I love but which weighs as much as a small horse and needs its gears serviced annually (I'm not quite up to doing that myself yet, but maybe next year). That means it spends a week in the shop every January, during which time I'm stuck with the bus to get everywhere (I got rid of my car in 2016; which makes some people treat me oddly, but some people are like that). I'd been thinking about getting a second bike to use during that time and in case of other issues with what I call "the Bumblebee," but I'd been thinking on the lines of a super-light, wide-tired racer sort of thing that would finally make me learn to use derailleurs.
Then someone brought this broken-down 1964 AMF Hercules into the shop, with fluted fenders, a very late-50s-futuristic rear rack, a FRONT rack, and a 3-speed internal hub. And a good deal of exposure to the weather. The guys at the shop were calling it "the Jetsons bike" and trying to justify keeping it, but because of the missing index chain it eventually went into the "donate elsewhere" pile and became available to volunteers. So after a bit of waffling on my part, it came home with me.
I'm calling it "Hercules Jetson," or "Herc" for short. Apparently you're supposed to name your bikes when you're a bike nerd....
