| Tinkering at 14 years old, working on a quasi-dirt jumper. |
I find it interesting how lifelong passions manifest during middle school years. I dove into anything artistic. Our eldest son was into computer-related things (now a programmer). And our youngest plunged headfirst into bike mechanics.
Early on, he and a buddy rode with backpacks full of bike parts, swapping between their homes.
He was also an early winter riding adopter. He took that to heart, even if it made Mom nervous.
He enjoyed bike mechanics in summer school, learning to work on his own bike.
In high school, he thrived in a bike touring class, in addition to commuting to/from school.
I especially liked his quasi dirt jumper, a work of art. I learned about the plasti-dipping technique.
He eventually built a beautiful dirt jumper.
His pivotal year was 2020 (pivotal for many of us!). Because of the pandemic, the spring of his senior year was rough, especially missing his last track season. At the same time, I was out of work. After his graduation and moving homes in June, we were able to connect. He showed me local single-track networks to avoid crowded rail trails. I eventually encouraged him to return to what he enjoyed, which was volunteering at a non-profit bike shop - his choice to meet a high school volunteer requirement.
Between volunteering, YouTube research, and upgrading several bikes - including mine - he found his niche! In the spring, (at the same shop), he was offered a temporary bike mechanic spot, which turned into a full-time position.
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| He fixed a broken shifter and cleaned up my Peugeot's drivetrain. |










