Oven cleaner, eh? I’ll have to check it out.
And yes, I will probably give up the chase eventually, but right now, where is the fun in that?
Anyway, it is nice to sit on the garage floor on a rainy morning with the smell of wet leaves wafting in through the open garage door, polishing my bike. It isn’t often I let myself drop into that silent well where nothing matters but the mindless, rhythmic task before me.