Paging Mr. Herman...
I spent most of last night putting together--or rather, trying to put together––my new bicycle. The final problem is the handlebars, which were bolted at an impossible-to-ride-angle by a worker in China who is certain to win a Gold Medal in the hammer toss at the Beijing games.
I haven't been able to loosen them.
We'll see what a good spraying with WD-40 might have accomplished overnight.
When I am finished, Peewee Herman will have nothing on me.
Take that, Big Oil.