Next up on the list: Mr. Riot Kitty, who came by last night for a visit and also, while there, fixed the mess I had made of the bike chain.
In some ways, I am extremely jealous. I always wanted to be "that guy" who could build/repair/design anything.
Like Grandpa...he could lay cement (and did so for my Mom's Dad just because it was his son's wife's mother...no charge...)and for a local church long after he retired from working in the industry.
He also fixed cars, bikes, built a fence in solid rock (including using some dynamite) and just generally knew everything about everything.
I have watched my younger brothers fix windows/bikes/computers with skills I can only gawk in amazement at.
At the far end of the spectrum are people like me to whom the simple task of putting a "quick-release tire" onto a bike...a task it took Mr. Riot Kitty roughly 10 seconds to accomplish...was one that I spent about 4 hours on, never accomplished, but did manage to screw up the bike chain.
When it comes to mechanical ineptitude, I set new standards. I climb mountains of incompetence.
Which, on the bright side, is something many friends and family do not do.
So let me say once again...thanks for all your help
Planning Summerfield
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We are playing Summerfield. It is a pretty soft course, looks like a 116
slope, 2300ish yards. 6 par 4s, 3 par 3s, par 33 course. I have played it
several...
5 years ago
1 comment:
I'm right with you on wishing for mechanical talent.
One of the most humbling moments of my life: I'm building lego stuff with the kids I'm babysitting in college. I'm 19, they are 4 and 7 and totally kicking my ass. The 7-year-old says, "You're just not very mechanically inclined, are you?"
He just graduated from college (!) and is a computer engineer.
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