And on top of all this, when I went back today to fetch my bike from the library, where I had left it with its flat tyre, I found some fucker had destroyed the back wheel.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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7 Comments:
Whaaaat TF? The madness. That is SO not okay. I can't imagine why someone would do that!
Ugh! i'm so sorry you're having so many transportation issues!
It's one thing to attack a car, but bikes are sacrosanct!
I'm sorry, that really sucks. I hope you can get it fixed.
That was the bike I sold you? Dang. Now I know why I always wheeled my flat tire'd bike home if I couldn't fix it then and there. Although I did get one of my tenspeeds stolen in Canberra, though.
With all the transport woe, are you sure you haven't offended some elder god involved with wheeled things?
Yeah, that was your ex-bike. Fortunately the old man at university was able to straighten out the wheel and didn't charge me too much either.
But yeah, I think I must have offended the patron deity of wheeled things.
Obviously you now have to work out and perform an appropriate sacrifice and ceremony of appeasement to this Elder God of wheeled thingies, at one of the many public altars of this god in your fine city (Middle of the biggest, fanciest roundabout you can find, preferably one with a sculpture of non euclidian aspect.) With robes and chanting, etc.
I think I'd probably need your assistance for that one :)
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