06 September 2008
as in, to work hard, not to give birth
As a little girl, I often watched my dad work on cars. I learned early what the difference was between a clamp and needle-nose pliers, what a socket was, how to turn a wrench and a screwdriver. That knowledge has served me well over the years, as I can manage small home improvement tasks around the house, and minor car repairs, too.
I bought a headlight and taillight for my bicycle, because it is getting to be sort of dark in the mornings. The lights shall become a necessary evil as the year moves on, and, I'd like to continue to ride the bike for as long as I can, until it gets really bloody cold. The packet claimed that installation of both items needed no tools.
I was excited about installing them, so I ripped open the package as soon I got home. I read the instructions, and moved my bike to a spot where it could be worked on.
Tyvarr, inte, I figured out almost immediately. (Sorry, not, in Swedish) I needed assistance to get the batteries into the headlight, and the tail-light, you needed a screwdriver to open it to put the damn things in. Once I managed that, when I tried to put the tail-light on the bike, I discovered it wouldn't fit with the existing reflector that sits under and behind the seat. Fair 'nough. I could handle taking the seat off and removing the reflector. I'd watched someone else adjust a bike seat once, and they'd accidentally pulled the seat all the way off, so I knew it came out, and once it was, the reflector would be a cinch to take off.
DH has an impressive collection of tools (although I do have my own, too, but they're kept inside, and his are in the garage, where the bike was) and because he is as OCD as I am, they're well organized and properly labeled. I had no trouble locating a 13 mm ratchet, which I used to loosen the nut holding the seat in place.
I took the seat off, got off the reflector, and managed to place the tail-light. It was a pain in the ass, and required standing at odd angles. By the time I was finished, my legs ached, my hands were dirty, and I felt an amazing sense of accomplishment.