Niece got a new bicycle. I am happy for her. More speeds than Baskin-Robbins has flavors, more money than I have in my checking account. So I was thinking as I rode my bicycle to town. Same protocol as my first bike. 26" one-speed, coaster brake. You wanna go faster, you pedal faster. You want to stop, you pedal backwards. Simple. I can understand that. And I can still do the mechanical work.*
*Although last time I lubed her, I dropped the little balls out of the front race. Had a dickens of a time finding them all on the garage floor.