Tuesday, September 1, 2009

A Good Swift Kick

Who knew that the typical male way to fix things actually worked. IE: if it's broken try hitting it. If it doesn't fix it, hit it again.

Yesterday I went on my bike ride to my parents. My poor POS bike has seen better days so it wasn't a surprise that it would pull some kind of shenanigans mid-ride. I decided recently that biking instead of driving to my parents is a good alternative workout to throw into the mix. So there I was on the bike path, right smack along the half way point, I hear a "whirrrrrrr....." and the bike comes to a pretty fast stop all on its own. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been on an uphill and pedaling like crazy. But there you have it. When I got off the bike I saw that the back tire was off kilter. Really. The tire was up against the frame. A very nice biker guy stopped and tried to help but he didn't have any tools on him. I was mad. He got on the phone to call his buddy (who had tools) who was a wee bit ahead of us to see if he could help. I was relieved but still pissed. That's when it hit me; what would Aaron do? He'd get mad and kick the thing. So I did.

The tire fell back into place to my surprise. I tested it out a bit and all seemed well. At least well enough to get me home, anyway.

I still have to figure out what to do to fix the bike, but at least I have somewhat of a better understanding for the male repair methodology, other than making one feel better by hitting the source of frustration, that is. Who knew.


Dizzy Vizzy said...

LOL - that's awesome that it worked!!