Just the other day I found myself to be quite useful in helping dadio fix his bike. Little did he know that I am the caped bicycle crusader. At first I decided just to watch but when I realized he had no idea what he was doing I decided to take action. All the bike needed was a little slobber on the chains as lubricant, a few kisses on the brake handles to fix those shaky brakes and a few sniffy nudges. Its too bad he doesn't know a thing about fixing bikes! Mom took some pictures (for some odd reason she was amused by my intimate knowledge of bicycle repair work-seriously people, thats just knowledge gained in vitro!!), Ill bug her to put them up.