It barely fits in our garage. When I back out, the top scraps against some rubber weather tape on the garage door and the antennae boings back and forth after also hitting the top of the garage. Hubby assures me no damage is being done. Great.
I've driven this behemoth around now for over two weeks without hitting anything. Until yesterday. Elbow's beautiful, new-last-summer, Specialized Hot Rock bike was lying on its side, somewhat hidden behind my mother-in-law's car. To Elbow's credit, she couldn't have put the bike away because of the extra vehicles we're currently housing while Hubby's relatives are on a trip with our church.
I heard the crunch, saw Bobo's look of horror from the garage, and feared the worst. At first glance, it appeared the pedal might need a bit of adjusting and maybe the brakes would require some work. No big deal. Off we went to the bike shop for our free spring tune-up.
We left $300 poorer. And that was the price of a brand new bike. To repair the old one would have been more. But at least I have one happy six year old; the new bike has gears.
Now that I have the first accident under my belt, maybe I can drive in peace. If nothing else - I think I'll get my taxes done a whole lot quicker knowing we need some extra cash.