It’s like Hot Wheels except less rad.
I love bikes. If you don’t believe me, check my nationality. I’m Dutch. They’re among the very first things I ever touched. And the bikes touched me in return. If you have a teddy bear I can show you where… Tasteless jokes aside though, I’ve been riding bikes since forever, as most people over here do. They’re a great mode of transportation in our cozy little country, but they sadly don’t come without their vulnerabilities.
If the chain drops off, that’s perfectly fine. Easy enough to fix on the spot. But if you have a flat tire, oh boy are you in for a ride. Or a walk, rather, seeing as how attempting to ride a bike with a flat can actually get you killed as I very nearly experienced a few days ago. And you can’t “oh I’ll just fix it here”, because you don’t generally carry a tire fixing kit or tire pump on you. You’re proper fucking screwed.
Today was the second time in two weeks that I had to walk home all the way from the train station. “Only” a thirty minute walk, so it could be worse, but hot damn it managed to fall on my longest day of the week again! Actually thought I had fixed the tire the other day, it remained full of air perfectly fine, but apparently that was not the case. I returned from school to find it sagging yet again. Combine that with a monstrous hunger and you have a recipe for a real bad mood.
I’ll be taking the mountain bike again tomorrow.