But there are things to be done while I'm home. The youngest sionnsareen just bought a bicycle and I had to go adjust the brakes and lube it.
The setup on the brakes was shockingly bad -- toe-in was wrong, contacting the tire casing... (I also hate the way mountain bike brakes adjust -- inexpensive to make but hard to get just right.)
I bought a mountain bike 30 years ago, and really enjoyed it. That is, until Igor came home from Panama, went for a ride with me and cut right in front of me to make a right turn. He lever looked back to see where I was, and I hit him so hard, both bikes were destroyed.
I flew over my handlebars and landed on my left knee and hands. The gloves saved my hands, but my knee just kept swelling up. We went to the doctor, and he drew out some arterial blood, and said, “Uh-oh.”
That wasn’t exactly my thought, but I do recall that Igor never did apologize.
No more bikes for me. Either that, or no more Igors....