A clown's bike
Despite the affection for my new steed, with its thin tubing and gentlemanly looks, things are starting to fall off it. And I need new tyres. I popped up to the Bike station on Wednesday to right a problem with the mudguard stays. Because of the old, odd size, I had to (eventually) find some longer stays from a second hand set, hacksaw them down in size and twist the ends in a vice to fit around bolt. (a stand, tools and use of workshop is £3 an hour). Then used a washer with a sticky outy bit to stop it popping out. It took a lot longer than I expected but eventually I shook hands with one of the mentors who had helped me work around the problem. Patience is a virtue indeed. And, like languages, I am enthusiastic to be around the workshop but ultimately I am a pretty poor mechanic.
