Amy’s had a bike the entire time I’ve known her, but it was always this super heavy, spray-painted Raleigh conversion that weighed more than it’s rider. Luckily, those are worth their weight in gold to bike thieves that don’t know about bikes, and it was finally stolen off our third floor balcony a few weeks back. 

Dicks.

Anyway, the silver lining was my casual “We should build you a new bike” prodding finally paid off. Add a trip to The Bike Lane and here we are. We actually built the bike two weeks ago, but we’ve literally been doing romantic things and being cute every second since then. The worst. 

Anywho, not only did I get to play mechanic, I got to teach my beautiful apprentice—and fiancé—about the thing I never shut up about. More sappiness, after the break:

Starting to take shape:

Almost Done:

Learning to build bikes makes me feel less guilty about still eating kids cereal for breakfast and sleeping in.

Welcome to the wolfpack, Amy Koenig.