My Old Faithful was stolen the other day after 6.5 years of service, so I had to go buy a new one since my urban mom bike is my main mode of transportation.
Location is everything.
I spent about 45 minutes in 10 degree (F) sunshine while he did his work.
I asked the obvious, as people do here, don’t your hands get cold?
Of course, he said, and calmly kept on working.
While I stood there, shivering, privileged, warming my hands by the fire.