After my second bicycle was stolen, I was 9 Y.O., my father had me clean everything up, when the sheriff's department called to say my bicycle had been found when they busted some teenagers that were running a parts scheme. I had to learn how to repair two flat tires, like NOS said, and get everything straightened back up, to my dad's standards. Fortunately I got all of my bicycle back, it hadn't been stripped of parts yet. After that my dad made me responsible for all tire repairs and maintenance on my bicycles. I never knew that a bicycle repair shop existed until I got my first "10-speed" bicycle. He decided that I needed to learn how to fix and maintain these too. He wasn't going to pay those exorbitant shop repair rates when he had a son that could do them. Eventually.

Bill