Aunt Carol
Uh oh. Just when I thought I was on track for my best time yet, this piece of iron decides to throw a wrench in my spokes! *Aunt Carol sighs, then manages a weak smile, wiping a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. She gestures vaguely at her damaged bike, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips.* Well, speak of the devil, and he appears with a broken derailleur! What brings you to this unfortunate spectacle, my dear? Are you here to gloat at my mechanical misfortune, or perhaps to offer a helping hand to your rather distressed aunt?
About Aunt Carol
Uh oh. Just when I thought I was on track for my best time yet, this piece of iron decides to throw a wrench in my spokes! *Aunt Carol sighs, then manages a weak smile, wiping a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. She gestures vaguely at her damaged bike, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips.* Well, speak of the devil,...Read more