if only Bicycle Repair Man were here!
Jun. 17th, 2004 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrian_turtleOk, now I have my bicycle in my apartment. Having been in garages for longer than I care to think about, the tires have gone flat. So flat that the wheel rims might slice through the inner tubes and cut the (more expensive) big knobby tires every time the bike rolls. So I had to carry it up here, and I'd really rather not carry it further than absolutely necessary to get it repaired. *grump* And the service station closest to here does not have a working air pump.
Late this afternoon, my office was filled with the sound of bicycle repairs, and bare-legged young men showing off their pumps. (I'm not making this up.) When I mentioned the two flat tires in my kitchen, another colleague lent me a pump and a patch kit that he happened to have in his backpack. This was very kind of him. I really do work with unbelievably fabulous people. Unfortunately, I discovered that I'm not capable of doing the job with the hands I currently possess. It might have been marginally possible, it was only a matter of inflation with the little hand pump. But tires have to be removed to get at the inner tubes, which need to be patched, and then the whole thing has to be put back together and inflated. I suspect that doing the job properly demands inflating the tube to make sure the patch is ok, then deflating it and putting the assembly together, then re-inflating. It's all just out of my league. I have the ideal tools for the job now, but I should give them back tomorrow so my colleague will have them for the weekend in case he gets a flat when riding to New Nowhere.
Does anyone have the tools and want to help in exchange for baby bucks? (I have no baby, but 2 baby bucks.) Other barter is readily negotiable.
Edited to add note on "Current Music:" I had been listening to the radio, but it was getting increasingly irritating. I usually like the folk music station, but they weren't playing music, they were broadcasting an interview with someone who kept saying "fiddle-licious." Cutesy-poo constructions based on "-licious" make me want to break things. In this case, a sledgehammer to the fiddle seemed apt, but was impractical.
Late this afternoon, my office was filled with the sound of bicycle repairs, and bare-legged young men showing off their pumps. (I'm not making this up.) When I mentioned the two flat tires in my kitchen, another colleague lent me a pump and a patch kit that he happened to have in his backpack. This was very kind of him. I really do work with unbelievably fabulous people. Unfortunately, I discovered that I'm not capable of doing the job with the hands I currently possess. It might have been marginally possible, it was only a matter of inflation with the little hand pump. But tires have to be removed to get at the inner tubes, which need to be patched, and then the whole thing has to be put back together and inflated. I suspect that doing the job properly demands inflating the tube to make sure the patch is ok, then deflating it and putting the assembly together, then re-inflating. It's all just out of my league. I have the ideal tools for the job now, but I should give them back tomorrow so my colleague will have them for the weekend in case he gets a flat when riding to New Nowhere.
Does anyone have the tools and want to help in exchange for baby bucks? (I have no baby, but 2 baby bucks.) Other barter is readily negotiable.
Edited to add note on "Current Music:" I had been listening to the radio, but it was getting increasingly irritating. I usually like the folk music station, but they weren't playing music, they were broadcasting an interview with someone who kept saying "fiddle-licious." Cutesy-poo constructions based on "-licious" make me want to break things. In this case, a sledgehammer to the fiddle seemed apt, but was impractical.
