She couldn't help but smile as he spoke. He seemed to love it, tinkering and talking about his projects. Her dad was like that. Well, them an she thought was her dad, now she wasn't so sure. She hoped she'd have some answers soon enough. "I'm sure you'll have it done in no time, and if it rides, who cares what it looks like?" She threw him a small smirk.
She used to have a bike, it was a hand-me-down as most of the things she got were. Not from siblings though, no, she was the oldest. These were from neighbors, cousins, aunts, etc. She never cared what something looked like, just so long as it worked. Nothing worse in her eyes than having something pretty that you couldn't use.