Older Boy's birthday is just around the corner...

and chances are it will ride on the lawn, cut through the flower bed, and run over the rain guage for the second third time when it gets here. Time to transform this thrift store rust into something cool and rideable.


This is B1's birthday bike. He doesn't know that yet.


Yes, some bikes sleep upside down like bats.






Others hang like sides of beef,

and some perch in the rafters like birds.





And then there is the heap of bikes on the floor that grumble "You picked us off the curb or out of the thrift store for this?" or so they might if they were not inanimate objects which I must keep reminding myself.