Do it yourself – in worse case

Yesterday on “The Daily Post from Word Press”  Elisabeth asked for some “DIY’ blogs” (which means do it yourself stories) – it sounds creative and trendy to say “that have I tried” – yeah tried to do it yourself – fewer have told the stories – at least them who have stories like mine – I have tried doing it myself once – and maybe I won’t do that again.

Read the post yourself “link” – the recipe is “before, while and after”. 

The story took place 5-6 years ago – an old grocery store close to where my parents lives was to be emptied and demolished – in the basement stood there among a lot of junk – an old worn out bike, as young deliverly boys had used to deliver ordered groceries to the grocery store’s customers – the old lazy bike ended at my old dad’s place.

My parents lives in an abandoned farmhouse in the countryside near the small island’s main road – there stood the bike in a shed when I visited my parents in some sunny days of holiday – I decided to spend some hours to shine the old bike up.

So the next couple of hours was ‘hard’ work, where the bicycle was washed and separated into smaller pieces – some things were welded – some things were polished with sandpaper – some things were polished – some things were smeared with oil – some few things were replaced with new parts – some things were painted beautiful black.

so was the separated bike allowed to rest and to dry
the all afternoon while there was convicted beach time for the ‘bike mechanic’
  and the bike left in peace throughout the evening too
which was a BBQ evening with a little bottle of red wine in the garden.

Next day when the bike was ready to be reassembled
went very smoothly and the bike was functional very fast, ready to use
after a short but perfect test drive
I put the bike in the driveway in front of my parents’ house
and went after a camera to photograph the bike
snatched just a quick cup of coffee when I was indoors

Some readers would probably ask, where is the photo of the result

The answer is – that photo was never shot.

When I came out not more than 5 minutes later.

The bike was stolen, and never found.later on.

That was my “diy” storie.