My Hero

I spent much of the day waiting for the delivery of the bicycle I bought for myself for my birthday.  Finally, at 4:30, it arrived.  I knew, of course, that it would have to be assembled.  I waited patiently while Gerry did the assembling in the garage,  trying not to get too anxious.  Finally,  I opened the door and noticed that there seemed to be a problem.  Gerry said that the piece that holds in the handlebars was defective, and the handlebars could not be bolted into place.

I felt like a ten year old kid who could barely keep from crying! I was so disappointed;  I couldn't wait to try it out!   We called the company. They said it might be ten days to get the replacement part.  Then Gerry had an idea for a temporary fix.  He got a C-Clamp and clamped the handlebars to the central piece where it was loose.  That did work!  It is, at least, ride-able!   I took it for a spin around the block.   It is an old-timey bike, without any hand brakes or gears,  just your most basic girl's bike!

A little while later,  Gerry said he had an idea for a little better fix.  He went down into the basement and got a long bolt.  I don't know if he drilled into the center piece or what, but he put that big bolt in there, and that will surely hold it in place, long beyond ten days!   He commented:  "Farm boys have to learn to improvise".

There have been many many occasions in these thirty years when I have been very grateful that I married a farm boy!  They do indeed know how to do most anything.  At least, this one does!  How lucky I am!!