My parents’ exercise bike has been broken for a while and they were debating on what to do with it. Last week we decided to buy a new one. After my mom’s exercise class, we went to the store and she tried them all out until she found the one that would work the best. Needless to say, she slept really well that night. But we found that to have the bike delivered and assembled would cost half of what the new bike cost. So, we decided to forgo the additional expense and take care of it ourselves. My dad took the old bike apart and took it out to the trash. He waited for the worker to come to pick up the trash so he could talk to him about it. My dad actually talks to him rather frequently. When he came, my dad explained the bike situation and the man said there was no problem hauling it away. My sister and I picked up the new bike at the store the other day. Of course, it was put into the SUV by a man with a dolly. Once we got home, we discovered it was just too heavy for us to carry it in. So, with my dad’s help, we opened the box and brought it in piece by piece until only the frame was left in the box. We managed to heave ho that into the basement. Today, my dad and I got to work on the assembly. Between the two of us, we figured out what pieces to use along with the hardware. That wasn’t difficult, but getting the screws threaded in tiny places that were awkward to reach was challenging. I was pleasantly surprised at my dad’s patience – and my own. We got it about half done before we called it quits for the day. It has been a fun adventure so far and I look forward to completing the job and having a new bike for us to use.
I Found God today working on a project with my dad.