Alas, my bicycle is broken. Actually several of my bikes are broken, and I've lent my only working one out to a friend who crashed and broke his in half after hitting a divet in the road left by construction work. Anyways, I somehow lost a nut that holds the crank to the bottom bracket, producing the crippling effect of my crank falling off while I was riding. I didn't exactly see it coming, but I knew something was coming. I had that feeling of dread induced by the subtle, yet progressively worrying change in how it was handling.
At least the rain stopped, so my walk down New Hampshire will be a dry one tomorrow morning.
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