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Happy Bert-Day:)
Eleanor hits a round number on the odometer today: 60.  So we've spent some time dealing with a different means of traveling miles.

Probably a decade ago, we both got bicycles.  As life took its turns, they got less and less use. Finally, not too long ago she sent hers, and one or two older ones Emily had used, to the curb, as they were either outgrown (the kid's) or, um, damaged by some idiot parking his car in the garage and ramming into it (hers).  I decided to keep mine, though; it was in the backest of the back of the garage and looked at the time to maybe just be in need of a tune-up.

Last week, Eleanor suggested that I get her a new one for her birthday. That sounded good- and maybe now I actually would take mine in to be tuned up so we could ride together sometime.  By yesterday, she'd done some research and settled on a brand and a model she liked- and it would mean a trip to Bert's.  That is the local leader in the bike and moving-fitness market; three big stores surrounding the city with a fourth in Rochester.  We've never bought from them before- the last ones came from Sears, I think- but they have a decent reputation and are likely to be here for the long haul.  I left work a little early yesterday and loaded my old bike in the trunk, so we could do the handoff of the old and the purchase of her new....

And, in a word, didn't. We wound up in an awkward conversation where Eleanor was trying to explain all kinds of things about the model she wanted and what she'd seen in the store versus online- including one term I completely misheard- and I just checked out. We regrouped in a bit and decided we'd do two things to simplify the process. One: we'd put off the new bike until Thursday; and two, I'd do the repair thing before that.

Around lunchtime today, I headed over to the Boulevard to bring mine in, and even before I got it in the door I pretty much knew how it was going to go.  I'd checked their service policies online, and their most basic of tuneups- a $50 package- clearly wasn't going to be enough.  Nor was the one-up from that. No, we were looking, at a minimum, at Professional Overhaul, which would be a minimum of two-fitty plus any parts that had to be replaced (and from the look of them, the dérailleur, the tires and possibly the wheels would).  I brought it in anyway, and my diagnosis was quickly confirmed.

But I also checked with the guy on the sales floor about the one model Eleanor had shown me before it all got (as my mother used to say) "compicated."  They didn't have hers in stock, but the men's model of the same thing was. He helped me understand the misheard term a lot better- and it seemed like a durable, reasonable model at least for me for not much more than overhauling the old.  So we'll be back Thursday and will try to get hers ordered (unless one comes in by then) and this, as well.

I almost asked if they would let me leave the old one with them; they probably have more means to recycle such things. In the end, though, I'm glad I didn't.


Wednesday is garbage night in these parts.  I got home around 1, put one of our totes out, and rested the bike up against it as if to say, no, my kid didn't just leave it here- go ahead.  Then I waited for the scavengers to arrive.  Winter and summer, night and day, I swear these curbpickers have long-range metal detectors attached to GPS systems, because there's usually one out there within 20 minutes even if I just drop a paper clip in the grass.

Not this time, though- but it was still within 20 minutes.  The doorbell rang; the scavengers never do that. No, it was a woman on her own bike, asking if it really was available. Her husband loves tinkering with such things, and it would be the perfect size for their daughter.  I told her, absolutely, and we moved it closer to the house so it wouldn't get grabbed by Metal Man before she could come back with her car to pick it up.  By the time I went back to work, she'd given it a new home- and it wound up being part of the kind of birthday present that I (and, I think, the birthday girl) love as much as any tangible thing:

It was an act of kindness that made somebody happy.  Besides, what better a thing is there to freecycle than a cycle?

And speaking of happy, my beloved,

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tilia_tomentosa From: tilia_tomentosa Date: July 21st, 2016 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Your act of kindness made me smile. :)

Happy Birthday, dear sister plantmom, and may you get the bike you want. :)
angledge From: angledge Date: July 21st, 2016 05:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Happy birthday E!

I agree that the trash-picking ecology is one of the most efficient to ever evolve. I have been amazed by it in many cities during many moves.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: July 21st, 2016 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks from us both:)

Emily went to RIT, with plenty of smart kids. Some smart enough to address this very issue in a good way:

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