This is Pi Day #012.a

I’d be better at bike repair but I tend to get wheelie, wheelie tyred…

The Girl’s old bike must have shrunk over the winter, because earlier this spring I found myself at the bike shop investing in a new bike for her. It’s got twenty-one speeds and slick brakes and a frame that is not ultra-light, but light enough that I can sling it into the back of the truck for some get-to-the-trails tripping.

Fortunately, the new wheels make her speedy enough to strike out on those kinds of serious riding adventures.

Unfortunately, I’m now the one with the old bike. The old, old, old bike that breaks down a bit too often for my personal tastes.

Fortunately, I’m not completely incompetent when it comes to minor bike repairs. I’ve been able to tune up the old beast, replace some tubes, swap in some new pedals and keep the brakes working well enough to travel the hilly terrain of our beautiful river valley trail system.

Unfortunately, this is kind of maintenance is a neverending and forever ongoing task.

The Girl has lots of questions, of course, the biggest one being “dad, why don’t you just buy a new bike…?”