I guess when I have 7 or 8 years old I wanted a bicycle. My family couldn't afford it, my father could only earn money from doing odd jobs, so he had a good amount of tools. We lived in the sticks so you can't throw a rock without hitting stuff people dumped in the middle of no where. Luckily I found a few discarded bicycles. I took them all apart and examined each part, and put the best parts together into 1 bicycle. I don't know how many I ended up with, but I always had multiple bicycles to choose from.