The kids and I spent a couple of hours fixing up Daddy’s bike. Here’s Mr. T as I was showing him how we were going to clean the chain – he spins the pedals and I wipe. They are SO excited to get their own bikes to clean now. (Yeah, not ride, clean. Weird kids)
I cleaned and scrubbed and flossed and scraped and managed to get all the accumulated road dirt off. Although – there’s still quite a lot of gunk inside the derailleurs and under the crank arms – but I’m not confident enough to start disassembling yet. I did manage to complete a brake job though, I am very proud of myself. Installed new front brakes, and tweaked the back brakes, and they work. Nice. Installed the rack just as my husband pulled into the driveway, at which point he decided to play with the derailleurs to see if he could fix them. For some reason, it couldn’t hit the highest or lowest gear – so he tinkered with it. Now, it’s stuck in the middle gear.
Bike repair tally: Me 1, Hubby 0
Am I gloating? Maybe a little.
It still goes, even if it is an unintentional ‘fixie’ right now. After the kids went to bed I took it to run some errands. I wore myself out in the first five minutes, because it was so exciting going fast that I overdid it. I just couldn’t get over the SPEED! AGILITY! RESPONSIVENESS! If my quads weren’t burning I would have stayed out a while longer. Also, the lack of chain guard and the fact that I was wearing new jeans…
Other bonus – went up to Bloor Street. At the library, just left the bike by the side door, ducked in, and came back out to find bike right where I left it. LCBO has a nice big vestibule, left the bike inside, ducked in and kept my eye on the bike. Sweet. I used to loathe going up to Bloor Street to shop or go to the library. Parking is hard to find, and you have to pay – $2 a half hour or something. Now, it’s free.
FREE PARKING. Love it.
Also – revelation of the year: going fast in a car is fun. Going fast on a bike is thrilling. ‘Nuff said.