One of the many reasons I love my Dad: he still takes care of me, even 
posthumously. 
I've been working feverishly every night for the past two
 weeks getting a bike ready for the Harvest Classic this weekend. 
Tonight, when putting on new tires, I destroyed the Cotter pin for the 
rear wheel.  A small part, but important nonetheless. 
Stores have long 
since closed for the evening, so I decide to check in the "junk drawer" 
of my Dad's old tool chest... sure as shit, an unused Cotter pin in the 
exact size I needed.  Damn thing's probably been in that drawer longer than 
I've been alive. I love you Dad!
 

 
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