Rode the bike on the rail trail (26 miles). Beautiful morning. Lots ofpeople out. I rode an old rusty bike my husband brought home. I had him pump up the dry rotted tires and grease the chain and gears for me last night. Test rode it in the culdesac, seemed fine. I felt the seat needed to be higher but he convinced me it was fine.
2 miles into the ride I realized the seat was not high enough. It was driving me crazy not being able to extend my leg and get the full use of the rotation. Thought about turning around and calling it a day but I didn't want to . I decided to stop at my mom's house (mile 6), and see if I could find an alan wrench. When I stopped everyone was sleeping so I crept into the snake filled carport and searched disintegrating boxes for tools. I saw some carborator cleaner and grabbed it to loosen up the bolt and had to settle for a screwdriver. I sprayed the rod and bolt for the seat but the screwdriver was not going to work. I needed to find an allan wrench. I felt defeated but decided to look one more time. I went back to the snake filled carport, watching my every step and looked through an old toolbox, saying a little praryer, "Lord, help me find an allan wrench". Few moments later I spotted them, rusty and cobweb covered, hanging on the wall. I thought to myself, "Lord, you are always there for me ... thank you". I took the allan wrenches back to the bike and found the perfect fit. The bolt was so rusty it wouldn't turn. I had to use my foot for leverage and after three tries, the bolt turned. I was so happy! I raised the seat, tightened the bolt, put the allan wrenches back where I found them, and got back on the trail. So much better with the seat height right. I rode the rest of the 13 miles to the end then 13 miles back again. Fun
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