Reading this, I'm so grateful for my Dad. The very firstest thing he did when he gave me my first bike was to show me how to change a tire and fix a flat. (This was in the days that one needed a wrench or two to remove a wheel, remember.) 'Course, the bike needed it, but still, he could have done it for me and left me ignorant.
That was the way of things, though. He gave us kids the tools we needed and plenty of profanity-laced advice, and turned us loose to make our own mistakes.
Gosh, I was lucky. Sure wish he were alive to tell him that.
Give big space to the festive dog that make sport in the roadway. Avoid entanglement with your wheel spoke.
(Sign in Japan)
1978 Raleigh Gran Prix
2003 EZ Sport AX