Someone told me the other day that I had a "dream job". And ya know what, most of the time I would say she was right. A typical day doing mobile bike repair sees me working on sweet rides in the fresh air as I work my way through the various neighborhoods of a cool mountain town surrounded by singletracks in every direction. My customers are rad. I bring my dog. I'm my own boss. Shit man... what more could ya want? I'M WINNING!!
Then, there are the other days. A heinous west wind is blowing paper towels off my work bench and testing the breaking point of the wooden dowels that hold up my sunshade (now acting as a sail) above me. All of this is happening while I'm looking for an incredibly small Mavic freehub spring which has accidentally fallen off my workbench and now hides camouflaged by the surface of a black driveway. Can't they make those things in some sort of day glow color? Then, while looking for another spring in the parts bin, I'll "find" that replacement hydraulic line cutter blade now embedded deep into the end of an eerily dirty thumb.
Yep. Dream job.