With the High cost of Gas and all,
it seemed like the time had come to drag the old Bicycle out from under the house. It had been down there for a long time, so it needed a little work.One thing, or rather two things, that needed work, were the tires. If you look closely here you may notice this tire is not in pristine condition. But The Fuzz has changed many a bicycle tire in his long career as a Daddy. So he went to work.
In these times in which we live, new tires (at least from Wally World) come in little boxes. The first time The Fuzz saw this it freaked him out. Tires are supposed to be big round things, usually hanging up somewhere. He went back home mumbling about how they had no tires at that place. But in desperation he went back and picked up one of those little boxes, discovering that there actually was a Tire in that thing.
But that was long ago. He has gotten used to such things by now and has begun to face the modern world such as it is.
The old tires were not easy to remove, but after a struggle it was accomplished and the new were in place. Long ago he learned, the hard way, not to pinch the delicate inner tubes, so he was very careful.
Now it was time for the old Tire Pump. This is actually an easy job compared to pumping up a truck tire.
I am happy to report that the new tires held air just like they should. There is nothing like that happy feeling of success.
Whilst all this was going on, it seemed like a good time to remove that Antique Baby Seat. All the Babies are grown up now, or at least passed the "Baby Seat" stage. There don't seem to be any grand young'uns in the works for now either.
The old bicycle seems to be working OK although the gears were a little stiff. The Fuzz went with His Sweetie and Young Daughter for a shake down cruise the other day and found out how out of shape he is.
If that Gasoline keeps going up, The Fuzz might just get back in shape after all.
