*cough* Dad was a mechanic. I just fixed my shower myself, swapped out the valve and mixer.
Growing up I spent Saturday nights with Dad at either Hechinger’s or Sears in the tool section.
Ann on a MTB, now there’s another story. When I’m not screaming my head off in fright over rickety bridges or scary downhill switchbacks, slipping off the pedals, or jiggling my brains on the rocks, it’s fun. Just wish the bruises inside the bruises would fade enough so that my friends would stop sarcastically asking me if I was bitten by a shark. Free Willy, my MTB, is beast.
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