Night Work

Maybe this is just me, but it really seems that there ought to be at least one cute guy who finds it a turn-on that I enjoy adjusting my chain tension at two in the morning.

And yet...I don't hear any volunteers.

Kitwich hates the sound of tires being changed, primarily because the first step is to drain the air out of the currently mounted ones so you can take them off the rims and put on the new ones (or in this case, the old summer slicks). That hissing sound sends her scrambling for the shelter of her covered litter box - ack! zoop zoop zoop - all hunkered down low along the ground like a mongoose.

I love working on my bikes, even though the amount of work I know how to do on them is limited. Whenever I get home, I am always kind of reluctant to stop riding and go inside. Working on the bike is another way of spending time with it - of giving it some love.

I've heard mechanics refer to it that way, too - gently admonishing people who've neglected their routine maintenance - "You need to give your bike some love."

So, I lube their chains, and adjust the tension, and pump them up, and kiss them and tell them they're beautiful, and - most importantly - ride them, lots. Hello, bikes - I love you.