My parents recently sent me... a bike. Hooray!
To make a long story short, it used to be my sister's bike, but now I am claiming it. Maybe I should ask her if that's ok. Hm. Anyway, it came in a big old box which just fit in my car:
I brought the box into my house with the intention of either taking it somewhere to have someone put it together, or asking my bishop to help me put it together (as he had invited me to come to him for bike help).
After nearly a week of doing nothing, Olive told me I should at least open the box to make sure it wasn't damaged. I thought that was a good idea.
I don't know what I was expecting to find inside the box, maybe the entire gear system disassembled or something, but it really didn't look that bad:
"Hey," I thought. "I bet I could put this together!"
After all, I am somewhat mechanically inclined, and I like fixing things and putting things back together (I fixed a drinking fountain and a vending machine while in college, just because I could), and I play with Lego sets all the time. Of course I could put this bike back together.
Fifteen minutes later:
Why didn't I try that sooner?