Someday soon she'll outgrow it and donate it to Bikes for the World. If she takes care of it, like I did mine, it will be a great first bike for someone in Central America.
Or she can let it sit in the rain and rust til it doesn't spin anymore. It's a crime ranking just under painting brick. The brick painters should totally be thrown in prison. Rust Bucket Owners? Yes, prison. Maybe Lorton...hmmm...
So today a woman drags over her bike to donate. She says, you valuate these right? Yes, I can do that. Did you want to donate it? Well, unless you say it's $2,000. I chuckle, I can assure you it is not. She doesn't laugh.
I generously valued it at $50. We might be able to save the frame. And it is an adult bike. She was to say the least INSULTED. And I think, serious about that $2,000. I also didn't laugh. Or budge. Or respond.
But when I struggled with the pedals I considered offering her the wrench. How 'bout this if you can roll the bike I'll give you $20. $20 more if the pedals engage the chain. $20 if you can get the pedals off, here, you can use my wrench. We'll call it an even $100 if you can lower the seat and twist the handlebars. And if you compact your own bicycle I'll pay the $10 dollar shipping fee.
How comes we don't have a tip jar? Lemme guess, you fudge a little on your taxes?
No comments:
Post a Comment