Also, I've been lazy.
Anyway, it was my birthday the other day, and in order to celebrate another triumphant year of evading death, Lady Luck bought me a sweet new bicycle - an Electra Rat Rod. It's the exact bike I wanted, although I didn't know it beforehand. It was a complete surprise too - I'd asked for a typewriter or a new music stand.
So, I got this sweet new bike, and couldn't wait to take it out for a good long cruise. I went to get it out of the garage and discovered the back tire was flat. I didn't want to risk screwing up the 3-speed hub, so we brought the whole bike back to the shop.
One of the techs took a look at it, apparently put a new inner tube in, said he couldn't find anything wrong with the old tube, and away we went.
I took my new sweet ride out for a spin and enjoyed it quite a bit.
This morning, the back tire was flat. So, I took it in - again - to get it looked at. I was annoyed this time around. I got to the shop and rolled the bike in. I made eye contact with the tech from yesterday and smiled. He split. I didn't see him again the rest of the time I was in the shop.
Apparently I'm terrifying when I smile. I wasn't sure if I should feel flattered, or annoyed because the guy knew he'd screwed up. I settled on "business-like" and talked to another one of the techs.
Anyway, the tech who did help me managed to find the problem - a tiny bit of wire sticking out of the inside of the tire. It looked like a bristle from a wire brush. He put in a new heavy inner tube and showed me how to put the back wheel on so I won't have to bring the whole darn bike in again.
Incidentally, taking the back wheel off (and putting it back on) is a piece of cake. I don't know why the stupid manual made it sound like such a big deal - I hate to think the average person is that dumb. Something tells me the warning not to remove the back wheel was a C.Y.A. inclusion - not a realistic warning.