Rob is in the basement repairing my bike. This is a classic husband moment, I think. It began with a flat tire, and has progressed through tube repair, into tube and tire replacement and now we are at wheel hub rebuild. So, rather than a slow leak I had to remember to pump up before riding, I now have a bike in many beautiful pieces in the basement.
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It looks like you would be used to it by now, being my daughter and all.
No. See, I thought that was something fathers did, as witnessed by the Father’s corollary to Murphy’s Law. If it ain’t broke, take it apart, lose some of the pieces and then it will be. No one told me that husbands did this too.