I am your friendly neighborhood mechanic. OK, I’m actually a photographer but it seems of late I have become the go-to wrench. My prices can’t be beat. Free. Or, Romolo’s Sponge Candy if you insist. And, I’m always open for a drop off or I can pick up.
The past few weeks I have serviced about 10-12 bikes for friends. From minor tune-ups to brake adjustments and wheel truing I got you covered.
I must admit; I love it. I always loved taking my 1986 Ross HiTech apart and cleaning it. It was my livelihood. It carried the 60 Erie Time News editions I delivered through rain sleet and snow. And, in Erie, PA: snow ain’t no joke. I still am learning the intricacies of maintaining a carbon fiber race bike so, you see the fun never ends. Right now on my work stand I have a 24” Schwinn Ranger that belongs to my 11-year-old daughter. She came in to the garage pouting that she needs a new bike. Tire was flat and torn and the front brake was wonky. I’m NOT buying a new bike. Her 8-year-old friend was escorted into the garage last night and they all said her bike needed my help. Her tires were low, her pedals stuck and her breaks were broken. Fixed, fixed and fixed and she asks me, “Do you love you job?” I tried to explain that this wasn’t my job but that indeed I do love it.
There is a book by Robert M. Persig called Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The narrator takes us along for a long motorcycle trip with his son and a friend and his wife. The friend has a fancy new bike and refuses to learn how to maintain it. When problems arise he is frustrated. Kind of like my daughter. The narrator is attuned to the ebbs and flows of his older machine as the trip goes along and adjusts accordingly giving him the satisfaction of a job well done. Kind of like me. Except, I don’t have to worry about pesky motors.
It doesn’t have to get all metaphysical and heavy, I guess. It also could just be a person using rational problem solving skills to achieve an inner piece of mind. Very Zen. I just prefer to get dirty and not have to pay people to do something that a soon-to-be sixth grader could have figured out. Do you hear me Maggie??
So, if you have a flat tire or a stuck break and you also have some beer or chocolate you’d like to get rid of, let me know.
I love my job.