I'm sorry for every dirty rotten curse I spewed about you. I'm sorry for every monkey wrench and crescent I hurled in your direction. I'm sorry for contemplating throwing you into the burn barrel even though your label says I shouldn't do that, but was mentally delighting in your explosive demise for days now.WD-40 you are a godsend. You salvaged my bike, I honesty thought it was a goner, but you did your magic and now my bike and I are on the road to recovery.
Sure, it's only taken six days, but I love you just the same.
Joe just took the tire uptown and got air in them. One is already flat. Recovery of the this bike is going to take a while.....sigh
