Update – sold the Madsen.  My youngest cried when I told them I was selling it, cried when she found out that somebody was going to buy it, and cried when they came to pick it up.  :-(


Well, the kids are big enough that they ride their own bikes, and we’re not hauling anything big enough on bikes to warrant it in the garage, so I’m selling the robin’s egg blue Madsen.  The bike is basically just like the one on Madsen’s site.  You could have it now!  This one was purchased in December of 2010 (it’s a v2 model) and despite having been well-ridden, is well-maintained and in good condition.  There are some small rust spots on the fenders, but the frame is all good.  The bike is basically original except for the following changes:

  • Cockpit has been re-configured to pull the rider forward and down a little more for better power.  I have the original tall stem included with the bike if you want to raise-up the bars again.  The original bar was tweaked in an attempted theft (they were foiled by the wheel lock!), so I’ve got a very similar replacement on there.  I also added the Ergon grips.
  • I have 2 of the flat bed racks (black and cream – they were out of blue when I ordered it).  One of the racks has a plywood deck on it.  The kids liked riding on it with the deck better, but it handles groceries better in the bucket.
  • Both back seats are included, and the original 4 seat belts.  I’ve had 4 kindergartners in there at once, and it’s do-able but squirmy.  The stand is super stable and kids can climb in themselves.  I added a water bottle cage for the passengers behind the saddle.  :-)
  • I have studded winter tires for both wheels as well that go with the bike.  This is Minnesota, after all.

Here’s some pics.  I’ll post on CL and NextDoor as well.  Asking $1000 OBO.  Respond in the comments if you’re in the Twin Cities and want to come get it.



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We found this old newspaper crammed in the wall of the kitchen, probably as insulation. It’s from 1936, which is interesting to see all the cigarette ads …   Also, it’s clear that today that dude wouldn’t be arrested unless he was black … :-(


it’s still all torn out. But here’s some pictures from some other angles that show the opening to the dining room. You can also see the tape outline of the island in the kitchen. That took two takes with the cabinetmaker to get right, but we’re all good now!

So, the house was great, with a big problem. The kitchen was terrible. Things were in totally unusable locations. Nice finishes, but epic fail on the functionality. So, we’re redoing the kitchen. This will be our thrid kitchen project, and I think we finally know what we want!

But, at the moment, the kitchen has gone from looking like this:

To looking like this:

Whoops! I guess it’s bye-bye kitchen! I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.

So, we moved. A long ways (from Minneapolis to Saint Paul). We found a 1920’s Craftsman bungalow and pounced. The house is in good shape with lots of new mechanicals, and awesome original woodwork! There’s a little that’s rough on the exterior, and it will need a roof and painting in a few years, but its pretty sweet.

As I mentioned elsewhere, I have a pretty long history with motorcycles. Well, I found some old snaps of the ’89 FZR400 that I thought I’d share.

Here’s the trimmed rear with the then-sweet Deltabox swingarm and the track rear sprocket:


And here is a little more of the rear of the bike. Ohlins rear shock, hacked-together bracket for taillights.

A shot of the main frame with the FRZ600 motor crammed into the 400 frame. It was bored out a little with a Wiseco piston kit, jet kit, and pipe. Made around 90hp, which was pretty boss in those days.

Here’s the dash. Tack front and center with a Sigma cyclocomputer for the speedo. Custom head light bracket. I was doing streetfighter before there was streetfighter.

All in all, it was a 380lb bike with almost 90hp. It went like stink, went around corners like a champ, and buzzed the life right out of your arms and shoulders. It’s a wonder that I rode from Denver, over Berthoud Pass, and back in one day on that little beast.