My life revolves around my wife and two kids. I have the most wonderful family for which I am supremely grateful. The days of fun and frolic are endless when your children are young. Family time is precious and we plan outings and adventures galore. The memories will be treasured when I am in my contemplative years. In fact, they are already captivating. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the young ones. We all know that they grow up so fast. I may even try my hand at putting together a new bike for six-year-old Angelo. I bought it last year and haven’t had the time or inclination to work on it. It came with instructions so I imagined it to be an easy task. How wrong I was! The devil wrote these instructions. The print was tiny and illegible and the steps made no sense. I read and reread everything, but it didn’t help.

The bike assembly should have been quick and easy but I found that it was taking valuable time—time I didn’t really have. I wouldn’t do this job for anyone but my kid. It was obvious that I needed help. I was having trouble securing the bike wheel so the contraption wouldn’t fall over. It kept moving about as I worked on the assembly. I must have been sending out SOS vibes. My neighbor popped over and took a look at the situation and started to move my bench vise closer to my work area. The vise held the wheel perfectly so I could continue to add parts. I was clearly the labor. Now I was being more productive and had gotten the idea. Bring on more bikes! Now I was making progress. My neighbor sent me a link to this web site later, which had some great resources for woodworking and tools that I could use to learn more. I functioned like a factory robot as I worked frantically to get things done. I couldn’t wait to see Angelo’s face. He had been waiting so long for his bike. He had clearly outgrown the old one. I am not a big do-it-yourself guy, but I have my moments. I can wield a tool now and then to fix something around the house or yard. I thought I had met my match with the bike, but in the long run, things went smoothly.

Angelo adores his bike and rides around the driveway in circles, a huge smile on his face. His brother watches at close range to make sure he is alright. I am also nearby to make sure the bike holds together. I can’t imagine anything worse than a part or two falling off. But it didn’t happen. Over the weeks and months to come, the bike will provide ample entertainment. He thanks me profusely for my skill. I wouldn’t go too far in that direction if I were he, but I did complete the job after all. My real talent lies elsewhere, but I can add to my list of accomplishments—bike assembly.