He killed my bike.
I really didn't think it was possible, but he managed to destroy my Nomad in the 10 minutes it takes to ride to the post office from our house.
I got home last night from work and the first thing he says to me is "the gears on your bike don't work. I rode it to the post office and it made a horrible grinding noise the whole way, and I couldn't get it to shift."
Sure enough, the gears that were working just fine in the morning now are completley useless. I have no idea how he did it, but I can no longer shift gears.
And now, I hardly have any brakes, because he thought maybe by turning the red dials by the handlebars it would somehow help him shift.
The shop guys are going to love this one.
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Eek. Does that mean we cant ride tomorrow or Sat? Eek. I'm sorry :(
step away from the bike
very slowly
no worries, you'll have your baby back soon...
He has a road bike, which as of last Monday I think was functional. If Elaine already returned it, that's the one he should have used. He has his Target bike, which I guess doesn't really count. WHY did it have to be the Nomad? I mean, one bike is the same as the other right? Could it be that he wants to play with YOUR brand new toy? Even though he denies it, I think you need to buy him his own brand new super-duper bike to play with. The investment would be worth it for your peace of mind. Mo Willems says: "Don't let the pigeon drive the bus." Lizzie says: "Don't let Kurt ride my bikes." Good thing you're staying home sick today -- to take care of your comatose bike.
Every so often I walk past it and just touch the shifter and shake my head.
Elaine=if my neck feels better we can still ride. I'll end up using his bike, so you can ride the rockhopper. But I tweaked my neck and it hurts! so I'll let you know.
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