So recently, I decided to get my video game addicted son a bike. I had a deep-rooted fear of him spending his life sitting in front of a computer, typing away, his breath labored from the effort it took to just sit there, as he pounded beers and ignored his skin turning slightly green from a mixture of jaundice and lack of sunlight.
In short, I was afraid he was going to turn into me.
Now we Alrocs, we don’t do sports. We don’t do nature. We are an indoor, tech dependent bred.
No joke, my plan for zombie apocalypse? Suicide. I have no desire to live in a world with no air conditioning or microwavable burritos. That, and a Kirk Cameron ‘pray away the gay’ camp are two perfect settings for my own individual hell.
So yeah, I decided to get Logan a bike, in the hopes that he might actually enjoy it. But as I lack a large SUV and any knowledge of bikes at all, I did what I always do. I ordered the bitch online with the intention of putting it together myself.
Surprisingly I can be pretty handy when it comes to tools. It comes with being a chick who hates leaving the house. Seriously, I get Christmas cards from my pizza boy. So I order everything online, some assembly required to avoid those outdoor trips. I figured that building a bike would be just as easy as many of the stationary things I’ve built in the past.
Turns out, shit gets a lot more complicated when you add wheels.
But I’m a determined chick with too much time on my hands, so I got it done. Now, let me share my knowledge with you.
Step # 1.
That owner’s manual, the one that’s filled with words that sound like you need an advanced degree in bike technology to understand (what the fuck is a valve stem neck shaft?)? Yeah, rip that bitch in half. Use one side as a coaster, and the other to roll yourself a nice fat joint*. You’re going to want to be high for this.
Chances are, the manual gave you a listing of tools you’ll need. That’s crap. You only need two tools.
Tool 1: Fingers
Tool 2: One of them metal L things that came included with the bedframe you ordered off Amazon six months ago.
Assemble everything in a way that looks bike like and start screwing. Ignore the ameneties.
Adjustable seat? Fuck that. Ten speeds? Completely unnecessary. When I was a kid, adjustable seat meant that your dad just wrapped the seat in extra duct tape, and bikes only had two speeds. Stop and go.
Cover bike in the tarp from your barbeque and let sit for three months.
Bike riding in a flat state is way harder than I remember bike riding being when I grew up in the white mountains of New Hampshire. Then again, I don’t think I ever pedaled in New Hampshire. I just went to the top of the hill and coasted.
As a result, the bike I assembled remains in pristine condition, after being ridden once and walked home. Which leads me to the final step in my guide to bike assembly.
Buy a bus pass.
*Please note you should not smoke the joint if the manual came from a foreign country, as lax regulation virtually guarantees that manual is made of equal parts asbestos and lead.