Hi Ladies (and Gents),
Way back when the crust of the Earth was cooling, my father got me a 1959 Lambretta LD125 scooter. I was in high school when he brought the thing home, and it looked like heaven on wheels to me! I didn't have a driver's license yet, so I rode it around the rather large yard, and managed to break the little pencil-sized drive-shaft.
(Me) "Poppa, will you fix my bike?"
(Pop) "Nope, but I'll show you how."
(Me) "Ewww. Really?"
So I got gloves and old clothes, and with tons of help, changed out the shaft. That was at least 75 or 80 bikes ago, and I probably worked on 75% of them. At the time I was a bit miffed that my father didn't just fix it for me, but I have come to love and appreciate his wisdom in making me do it. And it's funny, when some guy remarks about one of my bikes, and asks who does my mechanical work, and I smile a bit and say, "Why, me, of course. You think I'd trust anyone else?"
And here's the thing: after raising a son, two step-sons and a step-daughter, working on a bike is *SO* easy!! Seriously, anybody can do it!
Besides, it's such wonderful therapy!