When Shawn's time on this Earth is done, and he's waiting for the boatman to cross the River Styx, or standing at the Pearly Gates to speak with St. Peter, or whatever afterlife myth you might subscribe to that basically represents the moment that you have to justify all the shifty things you did during your life to gain access to the great beyond, at least he'll have this in his favor:
|Toy Lift, 2013|
And it's certainly not just Shawn. No indeed, a community of sinners-who-could-use-a-little-karma-at-the-finish-line came together to turn 500 cardboard boxes full of poorly engineered aluminum and mismatched bolts into answered prayers. So, if you were a part of that, thank you. And good luck talking your way in.
Also, as I sat there truing a wheel on Friday afternoon, amused by just how great I felt in the middle of all of this, I had an epiphany: I sort of hope these 500 bikes go to only 499 kids, in that one of those kids found a way to get himself two bikes, not just one. That kid, more than any other, is on the right track.
Build a stable, kid.
Up, up, up.