An eerie (in a good way) knife occurrence:
Yesterday, I went to take the training wheels off of my kid’s bike. Remembering that there was a small wrench in my late grandfather’s bicycle seat bag, I decided to grab that for the task since it was close by.
My grandfather was a pretty avid cyclist, not for speed, or even exercise really, but for leisure. He criss-crossed much of the northeast on bike, cycling to visit his four daughters who had spread out with their families. His bike is a little small for me, so it rarely gets used, but I keep it with the other bikes we have.
It came as quite a surprise to me when I opened his bag, and Unrolled his rag, to reveal a well travelled Imperial Barlow! I had gone through the bag before, remembering the other tools, but I have no recollection of the knife being there...which I would expect would have been the first thing I noticed.
Anyways, it’s just nice to think that my grandfather was with us for our first two-wheeled ride.
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