Originally Posted by
canklecat
Selective memory.
My mom suffers from it as well. She's convinced bicycles in her day never needed maintenance and nothing ever went wrong. Like Santa and the tooth fairy, her real bike mechanic was invisible -- her father.
Back in those days, we just stopped off at the local gas station and they patched the tube for free and we used their air hose to fill our bicycle tires.
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