I've given birth. The P2P stork soft-landed a wheel into my waiting arms. Midwives John, Glen and Dave made sure there were no complications. I took it home and stared, unbelieving. How on earth could a dipshit like me have walked in with a pile of parts and then 2 hours later, walked out with a functioning wheel? Holy living hell.
Like any new dad, there was no sleeping. I wanted the best for my boy. The new wheel had the capability to generate electricity which meant that I needed to hack the rack . . .
A few pints of midnight oil later, the light was mounted . . .
My dog patiently waited for all the bullshit to end so that we could finally, uhh, RUN . . .
Which we did. Photographic proof that we kicked ass in the moonlight . . .