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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