I love the pic of the bike shop, IWW. I was thinking about past summers and got wistful, and could actually feel the goings on in the old photo. My little shed out back of my house gets nearly that busy in summertime when the local kids (and even one or two adults now) bring their bikes by for a spring tune-up and later for adjustments of all sorts. I can't bring myself to charge for it; they're all about as poor as I am.
But I look at pics like that and realize what an anachronism I am. I imagine that, despite inherent hardships, I'd be happier living about a hundred years earlier than I am now.