MECHANAFRIEND

I had a little life-affirming ‘thing’ the other day.

One of those where you say to yourself, ‘Ya, you know? I must be an okay guy.’

Corny, but you know?

Sometimes you need the odd one now and then.

So, I found this bike Mechanic.

Steve.

His shop is interesting and kind of hard to find.

He will work on anything and everything.

The range of bikes in for repair is off the spectrum.

Whatever you ride, he will fix it.

…And fix it well.

He is my ‘go-to.’

He became a friend.

He works ten hours a day, seven days a week, for ten months of the year.

Except for ONE DAY.

ONE DAY!

Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day.

‘I am closed tomorrow. Let’s spend the day together and go for a ride.’

…The text I received.

‘Mechanafriend’

Insert trophy emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY TO RIDE

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