While I was getting ready to ride yesterday morning, Elora walked up to my bike and we had the following conversation:
E: Papa, why did you bring your bike to the bike shop yesterday?
Me: Because I had to clean it and get it ready to go for a ride.
Me: Because I haven't ridden this one for awhile and it needs to be clean.
E: Why? Why does your bike have to be clean?
Me: Because a clean bike is a fast bike.
She looked up at me, touched one of the chain stays, ran her finger up the seat stay and said:
"A dirty bike is slow."