Came home in a bit of a grouchy mood. Wanted to ride, but some yard chores can't be ignored. I see a gal right in front of the house walking a sweet old C-Dale HT carrying a chain. Not only was she broke down, she was lost. New to the neighborhood.

Invited her in to the shop, gave her a beer and tried not to comment on the condition of her drive train - I do think I saw some gears in there somewhere. The chain was toast. Even if I had got it back together, there were three other links ready to pop off. It was a free bike and her second ride. At least she had a helmet... well I do now. Glad I gave her my e-mail before she wandered off.

If tomorrow is a "bad day at work" - I'll just look at my stained fingers and smile.