Next Up, Toddler Tumbling Class

Jill suggested that I go to a basic bicycle maintenance class.  It was right around the time I blew through five tubes trying to change a tire.  In my defense, the tubes were the wrong size.  Though that's probably not "in my defense."  But, in my defense, the teenage clerk at Dick's Sporting Goods told me the tubes were probably the right size.  Hmmm.  Again, likely not "in my defense." 

"But the Dick's kid said 'sure' when I asked if these would fit my bike!"

So, I went to a free Bicycle Sports Shop class.  I get there after work, and it's me and a pack of cub scouts.  Harkening back to my days stabbing children in fencing.  These tykes were learning how to change their training wheels, what types of bells to install on their handle bars, and the pros and cons of handle bar streamers.

To be fair, the Bike Shop guy added in some content into the curriculum that was relevant to me.  And I got a cool coloring book about bike safety at the end. 

I am worried that I keep signing up for things that end up being just me and a bunch of children.  I am going to have to re-think my hobbies.  I might need to cancel the four-part training I signed up for on making balloon animals.  And I likely need to reschedule my management team retreat that we were going to have at Chuck. E. Cheese.