Biking

The curmudgeon was quite the biker in his day - racing along, scaring small children, the whole bit.


His racer was a Raleigh, that I seem to remember, cost a whopping $164.00


But it came with this new thing WD-40.  A wonder lubricant.  After all, it took real scientists 39 tries to get it right. (WD means Water Displacement).


Then I moved to the top of a hill.  The start of the bike ride was fantastic, but after 5 or 10 miles, the ride home was killer.


But WD-40 has become part of my life.  Short of spraying it as a room freshener (a practice that my sainted wife discouraged), it cures squeeks, obstinate doors, and all manner of things that men are apparently expected to manage.  It fixes each one, not unlike duct tape.


Long live WD-40.  Notice there isn't a WD-41.