Thanks to Dad

Back in Riggins I mentioned that one of my pedals was self destructing and that I had to do a creative rebuild in my motel room. Well, the pedal made it all the way into Missoula where I was able to get some new pedals. Why thanks to Dad?
Years ago my Dad told me and showed me that you can fix almost anything if you look at it carefully and think about it for awhile. Without that frame of mind I wouldn’t have noticed the pedal failing, wouldn’t have dared to take it apart and would be stuck somewhere in ID trying to pedal up mountains with one foot. There’s a lot of substance in what he taught me. Thanks, Dad.