So, the craziest thing happened this weekend. I went for a ride and I started to feel some kinking when I hit the brakes. Considering the fact that I had just had done a manicure on Friday afternoon, I decided not to take any risks.
I arrived back home and hubby is glued to the screen watching (guess?) Formula 1. I told him my ordeal and he nonchalantly said, “Don’t worry honey; I’ll fix it as soon as the race is over.”
I began to panic.
What if he fixed my bike the same way that he managed to fix the heater – which by the way, is now a fantastic washing line. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to hurt my man’s pride and agreed to let him fix my bike.
After the F1 race ended, it was like a cemetery in the house. Hubby was in a bad mood because his team Ferrari didn’t come first. He just went to my bike and started dismantling it.
Frightened, I asked, “Snookums, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
He snorted back, “Of course I do! Just let me fix it!”
Two hours later, Mr. Two Left-hands still hadn’t sorted out the problem and it looked like he had sent Matilda (that’s my bike’s name) to MTB heaven. Needless to say, we didn’t watch the 8pm film in the same room!
The next day, I went down to the bike shop and took poor Matilda with me – in hope, that they may just breathe some life back into her. Luckily for us, the guy who helped us was pretty clued up and quite handy. He put Matilda back together and told me the problem with my brakes was just that the brake cable needed some cleaning.
He also suggested that I keep my husband away from my bike and if I have any maintenance queries to log onto Bike-maintenance.com.
I think I’ll heed his advice from now on.
Wendy The Mom