Current mood:

determined

Oh my bike. My beautiful, beautiful bike. OK, it's not beautiful, but it's a classic, and it got me where I needed to go. Until I hit a bump. Now I have scrapes and my bike makes a scraping noise. I got it mostly bent back into shape, but I still had to walk back home. Incidentally, it takes 17 minutes to walk from the Beach Museum to my house. I think my bike is fixable. I just need to learn how to fix it.