This is what it looks like when I try to fix my bike. It takes half of the living room (and some of the hallway). Lucky, we haven’t decorated much yet.
I’d never tried to fix a tire before I moved too far away from my dad for him to come and fix it… Thank god for YouTube for learning new things.
I have the worst luck with bikes. My tires have popped probably six times in the past year. First the front, then the back, then the front again, in an endless cycle. Jake has had one tire pop in that time. And he bikes everyday.
Finally, my parents felt sorry for me and ordered me new Kevlar tires. I’m really hoping they hold now. Wish me luck.