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The bike is older than me by ten years. It leaks oil. It eats chains. Every race weekend costs me more than I like to say, and my girlfriend has done the math on a spreadsheet, which she showed me, which I did not enjoy.
She is right about the money. I want that on the record.
But here is the thing I couldn't put in her spreadsheet. Six days a week I fix other people's machines. I listen to them complain about the price and tell me their cousin could do it cheaper. I am good at my job and nobody notices, because when I do it right nothing happens. The car just works.
On a Sunday morning on that old bike, everything I know matters. Every adjustment I made in the garage at midnight shows up in the second corner. If I got it right, I feel it. If I got it wrong, I feel that too. It is the only place in my week where the work and the result are the same thing.
The deal we made
We sat down and made a budget. A real one. The bike gets a fixed amount every month and not a cent more. If something breaks and the money is gone, I don't race until it's back. That is fair, and I have kept it for a year.
Last month I finished fourth. I came home and she asked how it went, and I told her, and she said "fourth is good, right?" and I said fourth is very good. She put it on the spreadsheet.