#bicycle repair man

[chernobog13]

Meanwhile, on Earth-1973...

[laziestgirlintown]

(Both A & C fit as Bicycle Repair Man, vs Heaven / Hell (/Earth?) as the Supers, in this skit-or-sketch.)

Hi! My mum and I had a conversation in the car where I mentioned how funny I found this bit, because I had read it as Anathema thinking that she had, in fact, just been run over by a very campy gay couple, and a campy gay couple wouldn't harm her. But my mum read this as Anathema, who she thought could feel that Crowley was a demon, realizing that she was also in the presence of an angel, and an angel wouldn't harm her. And I guess I just wanted to know which was the intended message?

The version that Terry and I had in mind when we wrote it was the former.

[bcacstuff]

The Largest Bicycle Parking in the world

can be found in Utrecht, The Netherlands near the Central Station

Some 22,000 high-quality bicycle parking places are realised at the largest public-transport hub in the Netherlands. In the new Utrecht Central Station area, near the public-transport terminal, these parking places will be divided over five large bicycle parkings located on the Jaarbeurs side and the side of the city centre, where cyclists park their bicycles at top locations close to the station entrances. Parking any closer to the station is impossible.

Facts and figures

12,500 parking places

1.000 public-transport bicycles, called OV-bicycle

safe, dry, and close to Utrecht Central Station

open 24/7

free parking during the first 24 hours

cyclists check in and out with their public-transport chip card

unique: the only manned and monitored bicycle parking where indoor cycling is permitted

one-way traffic for cyclists

2 entrances

parking at 3 levels: the bottommost and uppermost levels are for bicycles that are parked for the day; the level in between is for bicycles of parking card holders. From the parking, people have easy access to the railway station platforms and to the station hall and buses

a digital system guides cyclists to free parking places in the bicycle parkings. This system helps authorities enforce the parking policy and regulations

a special area for bicycles of a slightly different model, such as crate bikes and bicycles with wide handle bars. Bicycles that are widely different from normal bicycles, such as carrier bicycles, can be parked in another parking, the Sijpesteijn Bicycle Parking (first 24 hours free of charge)

a Bicycle & Service Point for repairs, maintenance, parts and accessories

wardens monitor correct parking and ensure that bicycles are removed after 28 days

[recordspinner]

I made more OCs, and I can't stop thinking about this absolute UNIT.

Seven foot three, can lift several tons, capable of incredible acts of violence (which he does regularly since he's a mercenary).

Sweetest man you'll ever meet. If he saw a kid crying because their toy was broken, he wouldn't rest until he'd helped repair it. Repairs bicycles for free since it brings him immense joy and it helps his community. On the clock? Menace to society. Off the clock? Massive softy.

[astral-mariner]

so there's shots in the saiyan saga of bulma futzing around with raditz's scouter and i'm like "MISS BRIEFS, I do not BELIEVE that a piece of alien tech can reasonably be taken apart with a FLATHEAD SCREWDRIVER" so it is a firm headcanon of mine that she had to resort to flathead screws to put it back together after she mangled the original ones by not having the correct weirdo alien screwdriver. AND OF COURSE vegeta brings like half a dozen of them back with him because they're like the spaceman equivalent of like a bicycle repair kit but bulma is DELIGHTED with them anyway and vegeta does not understand what this fuzzy warm 'i did a good' feeling is that is happening underneath his ribcage.

Oh my god, I love this! If someone writes a fic of this, I'd be all about it. That's so funny that she'd use an Earth screwdriver.

Everyone knows I already have a million headcanons about Raditz's scouter too. Like, Bulma and her dad were smart enough to figure out a Namekian ship. So she'd definitely be able to hack Raditz's scouter for whatever data might be left on it. I bet she learns a TON about how the Planet Trade works just from the interface and being able to browse some of its "Internet." And my long ass fic is literally her reading through Raditz's private stuff.

It's such a cool plot device to use---Bulma learning about stuff in space and perhaps other things she shouldn't even know about via the technology she's literally seen with in canon.

I really do think that was a big thing that brought her and Vegeta closer---them talking about things out in space. She'd be curious, of course, and it would come up naturally as she's doing tech repairs for Vegeta. How he trained between missions, what tech he used, what might be useful to adapt (as she makes her own version of Vegeta's PTO armor). And Vegeta might be his usual brusque self and give only perfunctory details... But even the way he talks about things, what he avoids talking about, and what little slips of personal details come out would tell Bulma quite a bit about him and would leave her wondering about more. Of course a genius scientist is going to take every opportunity to interview a humanoid alien that could tell her all about life in space.

And Vegeta might act like he merely tolerates her because she provides his training equipment, but you know for a fact that man is lonely, and he'd secretly enjoy when they end up talking for more than a few minutes. Finds excuses for it even. Finds little things wrong with the gravity simulator, finds little reasons to start a fight with her. Because gods know he could never just...go and visit and talk to her because he enjoyed her company or anything.

[flyingcircusbracket]

clips and episode titles below!

Albatross - S1E13: Intermission (just the albatross part of this clip - not come back to my place)

2. Bicycle Repair Man - S1E3: How to Recognize Different Types of Trees from Quite a Long Way Away

3. Bogus Psychiatrists - S4E4: Hamlet

4. Oscar Wilde Sketch - S3E13: Grandstand

5. Restaurant Abuse/Cannibalism - S1E13: Intermission

6. The Mouse Problem - S1E2: Sex and Violence

7. Woody and Tinny Words - S4E3: The Light Entertainment War

8. Flying Lessons - S2E3: Deja Vu

[trivialbob]

On our last full day of camping Sheila and I biked to town to check out the American Legion. As we chatted with the bartender a mom with two younger boys came in. She ordered a Busch Light and two kiddie cocktails. Grand total: $3.50. One of her boys took a sip and loudly declared "Whoa, that's strong." We all laughed.

An employee was having trouble getting a baseball game to come up on Amazon Prime Video account. Someone handed Sheila the remote control and asked her to try. She wasn't able to get the game but she did try to order five shirts on someone else's account.

After the legion we walked to a different bar. There was supposed to be a meat raffle. Unfortunately it was cancelled because there wasn't a large enough crowd. We hung out anyway for a while after we met with some people we know who were camping at another nearby site.

I love overhearing some bar conversations. So we were in the ditch, peeing, when this deer... I didn't even hear the rest of that story because everyone started laughing when the deer arrived.

Besides bicycles, some people come to town driving these:

Others arrived in these:

When we got home on Sunday I wanted so badly to do laundry. But my washer broke the day before we left. I like washing clothes. A vacation isn't officially over until I've washed the clothing we brought along.

A repairman was here today. I asked if I could watch him fix it because the machine's warranty ends next month. This part has already broken and been repaired once before.

The young man seemed pleased that I took an interest in it. He happily showed me, step by step, how to replace the part. It only took him five minutes. If I have to do it I'm sure it will take longer, but I'm confident I could do it now.

I can relax tonight. Feeling good. Feeling clean. Laundry is done, including sheets, and I found a $5 bill in Sheila's jeans. It's mine now.

[car9723-t]

Gravity Falls 100-word Drabble: Fixing Rather Than Riding

Prompt: Bike

Fandom: Gravity Falls

"I used to learn how to ride a bicycle, dude. Not only I was so clumsy at riding one, but also my weight meant his own would sat more than running on the road."

"MAN! This is terrible. The same happened to me!" Grenda smacked the floor

"But then, you know what, dude? Mr. Pines found I was better at fixing it than riding. So he opened an overpriced repair shop just for me! Not only he made lots of money on it, but also built up my own pride with happy customers."

Behind them, Melody genuinly smiled at them.

[softdedue]

Recently been spending a lot of time with an older friend, in his mid sixties, who’s been teaching me to repair cars and fix my bicycle and other general Dad Things because he saw the need and wanted to fill it

And I had two loving father figures in my life growing up!! My actual dad is great!!! But he never sat me down and taught me any of this, because he’s not a mechanically minded man. When he needs his oil changed he takes the car to jiffylube

So my friend has been teaching me, and he’s been doing something that has been absolutely blowing my mind: every time I get something right, I get a bit of praise. Every time I try something hard—even if I don’t entirely succeed!—I get a bit of praise. And it makes me so excited to learn from him!! It makes me so excited to show him new things I’ve worked on!!!!

I don’t have to hit some arbitrary standard of Good Enough, I just have to give it a real try!

And I wish that was how we taught kids, you know? Not on a parental level but on an institutional basis. You don’t have to try your absolute hardest and work yourself to the bone, you just have to give it a real try. Because when you do that for people, especially young people, it is so good for their self-esteem and motivation! We wouldn’t have to crack the whip on kids if we supported them actually wanting to learn!

And it means so much to me, as a grown man in my thirties, to get to have that now. Maybe I can still learn and grow. Maybe I can try new things. Because trying new things is hard, but you should be proud of yourself for doing it because of that. You should be proud of yourself just for trying.

[howdyjourney]

A Song for Tum || a Hunger Games original story || Tom Blyth

1: Not Afraid of Anything In This World

0. Description/characters/playlist

Prologue: Tum

1: Not Afraid of Anything In This World

2: Nothing You Could Throw At Me

3: The Letter

4: The Rest Is Silence

5: The Chosen

6: The Routine

7: A Decent Melody

8: A Song That I Could Sing

9: A Lesson In Tenderness

10: Bring On The Words

11: The Poet And His Poem

12: The Colours That You Bring

13: The Kiss, or; You’re A Light In Me Now

14: A Dance Or Two

The clang of metal against metal echoed through the mechanic's shop, mingling with the heavy, mechanical hum of the machines. Tum wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag, his calloused hands steady as he tightened a bolt on the undercarriage of a speeder. The workshop smelled of oil and dust, a scent Tum had come to know too well in the two years since he had arrived in the Capitol.

He was tall, slim, with sharp cheekbones and a quiet demeanor that made him seem older than his years. His dark hair, which had once been neatly kept when he first arrived in the Capitol, now fell into his eyes, constantly needing to be pushed back. The scarred, uneven skin on his hands was a reminder of the many hours he'd spent laboring in the Capitol's lower districts—fixing machines, repairing anything that could be salvaged.

"Hey, Tum, give us a hand with this!" a voice called out, interrupting his thoughts. It was Braden, one of his coworkers, a burly man with rough hands and a permanent frown that seemed to be etched into his face.

Tum didn't speak, but he was used to the silence by now. Over the years, he'd learned that actions spoke louder than words in the Capitol. And when you were just another cog in the machine, it was better to remain unnoticed, to blend in. Tum could fix almost anything, from the complicated engines of luxury hovercraft to the rusted-out bicycles of the lower classes. But he wasn't going to get rich doing it. He had never seen a mechanic's wages stretch far in the Capitol, no matter how many hours he worked. The city's wealth was built on the backs of people like him—the unnoticed ones.

He walked over to Braden and crouched down beside him, grabbing a wrench. Without saying a word, Tum began working on the engine, the heavy sound of the tools clanging against the metal filling the otherwise quiet shop. The shop was small, tucked away in a corner of one of the Capitol's lower districts. It wasn't much, but it paid the bills.

"You know," Braden grunted as he tightened a bolt on the side of the machine, "I hear they're going to be expanding the Capitol's train line soon. They're gonna need a whole bunch of new workers."

Tum nodded, his face unreadable. He had heard the same rumors. The Capitol always promised expansion, always talked about bringing new workers into its fold, but it was a trap. Those like Tum who lived on the fringes of the city never saw the real benefits. They were just part of the machinery.

"I'm not staying in this dump forever," Braden continued, wiping his brow. "I'm saving up to get out of here, maybe head to one of the richer districts. Do you ever think about that, Tum?"

Tum didn't respond, not because he didn't hear, but because he didn't know what to say. His future didn't exist in any tangible way. It was just an endless grind—fix the machines, repair the parts, and go home to an empty room where he ate alone, sat in silence, and slept fitfully.

"Anyway, there's a bar down the road. You wanna come? A few of the others are going after work."

Tum hesitated, his fingers resting on the wrench. A part of him wanted to say no, wanted to retreat into his solitude, but another part of him—one he didn't often listen to—wanted to go, wanted to break the monotony of the endless work and the empty nights.

"I'll go," he finally said, his voice low but steady.

Braden slapped him on the back, grinning. "I knew you'd come around. You need to unwind, man. You've got no life if all you do is work."

---

The bar was tucked into a corner of the district, a place that wasn't much to look at. The sign above the door read "The Hollow Grotto," though there was little that resembled a grotto about it. The smell of old wood and stale beer hung in the air as Tum stepped inside. The dim lighting made everything feel slightly hazy, the wooden tables and worn chairs filled with people talking in low voices, the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.

Tum stood at the door for a moment, eyes adjusting to the gloom. He felt the familiar pang of awkwardness, the hesitation that always came when he was around strangers. He wasn't used to being around people who weren't coworkers, who didn't just nod at him and ask for a simple task. But Braden was already waving him over to a table in the back. A few other men from the shop were there, chatting among themselves as they drank and joked. Tum nodded at them, and one of them—Jonah, a lanky man with a perpetual grin—raised his glass in a silent greeting.

The music came suddenly, as if it had always been there, waiting to be noticed.

The woman playing the guitar was sitting near the small stage in the corner, her fingers moving expertly over the strings, coaxing out a melody that felt both foreign and familiar. Her voice followed, clear and haunting, filling the room with the sound of ancient tone. The song was old, a folk tune Tum had heard before, but hearing it in this place—among the drunken chatter and the clinking of glasses—felt like a secret being whispered directly to him.

He didn't know what it was about the music, but something stirred inside him. The weight of the city, the constant pressure of survival, the grind of the machines—it all seemed to fall away with each note she played. Tum closed his eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over him. The words were simple, but they carried a sadness, a longing that Tum recognized all too well.

A few songs passed, and Tum found himself sitting at the edge of his seat, his gaze fixed on the woman with the guitar. Her long hair fell around her face as she strummed, her voice weaving through the air, almost like a forgotten prayer. Tum could feel his heart slow, his breath even out. The music had a way of doing that to him, of pulling him into something bigger than the small, mundane world he lived in.

"Hey, Tum, you alright?" Braden asked, noticing the way Tum's attention was fixed on the performer.

"Yeah," Tum answered, though it wasn't entirely true. He didn't feel 'alright.'

Braden, seeing Tum's expression, just smiled knowingly. "You've got a good taste in music, I can tell. This place, it's got a good vibe, huh?"

Tum nodded, but he didn't speak. The words were stuck somewhere deep inside him, tangled with the emotions that had no outlet. He didn't know it yet, but this bar, this music—it would become his escape, his refuge from the suffocating reality of the Capitol.

---

From that night on, Tum found himself returning to The Hollow Grotto nearly every evening after work. The others from the mechanic shop would occasionally join him, but more often than not, Tum preferred to sit alone, at a corner table where the music could reach him without distraction. The performers changed regularly, but each one brought something different. Some played fast, energetic songs; others, like the first woman, sang ballads that seemed to stretch out the very fabric of time. Tum never grew tired of it. The music became his ritual, the one thing in the Capitol that made him feel alive, that made him feel connected to something otherwordly, beyond the cold, sterile world he lived in.

The Capitol had so much to offer—luxury, technology, power—but it was music that Tum clung to, music that soothed him in a way nothing else could. And for the first time since he'd come to the Capitol, he felt something else stir inside him: hope. And hope was a dangerous, fleeting thing to boast of in his circumstances.

[yonderghostshistories]

Biker Boy Jonesy (he's like a mini Bicycle Repair Man here...ok in this case he's Bicycle Repair Boy but the point still stands, lil Baby Jonesy is very adorable fixing and riding these bikes!! <33)

AND

Biker Boy Jonesy (he's absolutely attractive right here, especially the 70s jacket 🧥, he's fr absolutely SLAYIN' rn AAHH!! Tbh, Jonesy was 100% sexy in the 1970s, like he was absolutely PEAKIN in terms of hotness (though I do love 60s Jonesy and 80s Jonesy as well <33) like if i was being robbed or something by this guy I'd deffo let him steal my bike lol 😆!!)

[chernobog13]

The Superman of Earth-1973.

It's canon in the DC Multiverse, I swear!

[ironykins]

Anyone can break a window, can you replace one?

Today (May 7th) is Pat's birthday.

I worked a volunteer shift at the local bicycle co-op, and stayed late afterwards to work on my own bike and commandeer the sound system for myself. I played a bunch of stuff from his early days to his later, more optimistic, post-rehab stuff.

Got a bottle of whiskey to toast to the man he used to be. Made a good meal and did something for my community to honour the man he is now.

Thanks Pat, your music means a ton to me. Here's where I spent your birthday - the white cruiser bike was my main repair job for the evening. Hopefully it finds a good home.

[larcenywrites]

Recently, I came up with the idea of ​​a small plot. It could be an AU without superheroes. Or you and Tony can live in a small cottage community.

The bottom line is that children who have a chain on a bicycle or a favorite toy broken can come to the good Uncle Tony for help. He will always help.And at that moment you understand that he will become a wonderful father.

And if you already have your own children, he will help them first of all. And can even teach something to repair, if the child asks.

Oh but that sounds lovely! Tbh, this might even happen in a canonic setting, but maybe when he’s retired and you’re living in a neighborhood or small community far from the city or even out of the country! And everyone kinda knows, especially the kids… but no one really acts differently or really talks about it which is nice!

But one day maybe a kid is walking his bike down the street and passes by, and obviously the chain is broken, and Tony’s like “hey, you need some help there?” and honestly the kid’s probably all wide-eyed and quiet for a minute while Tony starts looking at the bicycle. And he rigs it up one way or another because he probably didn’t just have a proper bike chain just laying around, but I’m sure he’s finding a way to get a real one for the next time the kid rides by or if his little fix doesn’t stay fixed for long! And then the next day maybe the kid’s mom told him to pay him back and obviously Tony’s like “what? No, I don’t need that” and kinda shoos him away 😭 but before he leaves he probably tells him that he’ll fix anything for free 🥺

And of course the kid goes back and is telling his friends that not only did freaking iron man fix his bike (if we’re in canonical universe), but he’ll do it for free!! And obviously he can fix anything, which is nice because a small country community might be far from decent places or lack enough money or even people with skills like that (and they might not do it for free). And so the next day, there’s probably like five kids on your porch with all kinds of toys and maybe one even has like- a toaster or something 🤧

And he probably also sits down with them and tries to teach them how to fix the issue if it happens again and what not, and to be more careful too!

He’s honestly really good with the kids, even if he does tell ‘em to run off as soon as he’s finished 🥹

[prtcll]

【Release Info】 Leo Okagawa [just another day] (Hitorri / December 17, 2023) - CD / Digital

[Buy] Hitorri Bandcamp Page Leo Okagawa Bandcamp Page

[Tracklist]

5:16 a view from my room's window (1) 02:43

7:38 the building materials shop opens early in the morning

7:47 a cicada announces the arrival of summer 00:49

8:39 a car repair shop getting ready for work

8:51 sounds of washing machines

9:19 a van is waiting for a parking space

9:31 refilling a vending machine with cans

9:38 a barber's pole and a helicopter 01:39

10:05 caged birds in front of a barber shop

11:11 artificial bird calls alert the visually impaired to steps

11:47 quite an early lunch 01:11

11:57 traffic echoes under the bridge

12:18 someone is always moving a chair at the cafe

12:21 an unmanned subway ticket gate

12:32 an old condenser unit in an old curry restaurant 01:52

12:43 a driver gets out of his truck

12:52 a man reading a newspaper at the library

13:20 waiting for the train's departure

13:39 water through the garden hose 01:06

13:44 cleanup of fallen leaves

13:53 a tiny shoe repair shop

14:17 express highway announcements in three languages

14:23 a wind chime at the shrine 01:55

14:49 an ascetic monk passing by on the street

14:54 the movement of a stack parking place

14:59 an escalator outside a department store

15:09 the north gate of Tokyo Station

15:14 at the counter of a coffee shop 02:24

15:20 trains passing through the railroad crossing

15:28 cash registers working without rest

15:39 guides on the street in front of the horse racetrack

15:53 until the bus is out of sight 00:41

16:36 in the lobby of MOT

16:38 a bicycle parking lot beside the station

16:59 a school bell rings every day even during summer vacation

17:01 the train approaches and leaves the station

17:28 trains passing above

17:54 the entrance monument of Shibuya Loft 01:42

17:58 a cash dispenser prints my bank account's activities

18:00 kagura sounds on the street

18:09 a swinging ship attraction game

19:22 buying a bottle from a vending machine 00:26

20:39 a view from my room's window (2)

Leo Okagawa: ZOOM H4n Pro

Each piece was captured with a fixed point recording starting at the time listed, and no edits were made afterwards.

Recorded June - August, 2023 Cover by Leo Okagawa

Leo Okagawa has recently been known for performing improvised music on electronics at venues in the Tokyo area. On the other hand, he has long been creating “composed” works using environmental sounds, analog noises and electronics.

This CD consists of pieces in the latter category. Okagawa made 43 tracks from his direct recordings (each a few minutes long) of sounds he encountered in various locations between June and August 2023, then put them together without edits to create this 72-minute-long field recording masterpiece. Although taken on different days, the 43 tracks follow the flow of a summer day from early morning to dusk. The myriad sounds captured in changing locations hit the listener’s ears in a dynamic way.

岡川怜央は最近では、東京界隈でのエレクトロニクスを使用した即興演奏で知られるが、一方で、環境音、アナログ・ノイズ、エレクトロニクスを使った「作曲」作品の制作も以前からおこなってきた。

本CDは、岡川の後者の作品群に���する一枚。2023年6月から8月にかけて色々な場所で出会った音をそのまま数分間録音し43のトラックを作って、編集なしで並べた72分に及ぶフィールド・レコーディングの大作。43のトラックは、録音した日は違えども、夏の早朝から夕暮れ時へと時の流れに沿って進んでゆき、場所を変えながらそこで捉えた音の数々が聴く者の耳にダイナミックに飛び込んでくる。

【Reviewed】

Bandcamp Daily: The Best Field Recordings on Bandcamp: January 2024 Between June and August of last year, Leo Okagawa carried his Zoom H4n recorder with him everywhere he went, capturing small moments throughout his day. He then assembled these clips into a narrative of a representative summer day in Tokyo, organizing them chronologically from morning to night but otherwise leaving them completely unedited. Some tracks are almost shockingly mundane (“a man reading a newspaper at the library”) while others hold more intrinsic interest (“an ascetic monk passing by on the street”). But these pieces mean more in the aggregate than any single recording would suggest; cumulatively, they create a window onto another person’s experience of the world that is oddly touching in its simplicity. (Reviewed by Matthew Blackwell)

Vital Weekly: ‘Just Another Day’ by Leo Okagawa is a conceptual release, not a cover of an early Paul McCartney song. It’s Leo recording events from one day, just another, starting at 5:16 AM to 8:39 PM, sounds of a van waiting, birds, ‘an unmanned subway ticket gate’, the clean up of fallen leaves and such events of daily life. It’s a pity the cover says, ‘recorded June-August 2023’, which is not another day but highlights various days of recording. Isn’t it cheating? Okagawa chooses a fixed point and starts recording with no overdubs. It’s an exciting release and, for Ftarri, a surprising one, seeing they have very few that deal with field recordings and not in this way. It’s something one would expect from a label such as Gruenrekorder. It’s fine work, but for the experienced listener to field recordings, and I think I am one of them, not a big surprise. It’s a straightforward documentation of life in the city (and I assume it’s Tokyo). Okagawa made a great selection, that much is clear, and it depicts life in the big city. Beyond that, I am lost. (Reviewed by Frans de Waard)