Ouch.

[othercriteria]

Like any good tool, it didn't take long for my bicycle to go from something that existed in my environment to something that was part of my embodied self. It was a force multiplier. It made my stride extend over blocks. It extended my legs--engineered to the standards of the savanna--into a form suited for the suburbs and the city. And some fucker

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[harmonylover]

Yay Schubert 8! Okay, I know I'm not original, but whatever. The 9th is awesome, too!

[othercriteria]

I haven't gotten a relationship status change request from thefacebook yet. I guess that means you've turned down my proposal.

[harmonylover]

Well, I don't know if I'm ready for that level of committment... I have enough trouble deciding on things like majors and what to eat for lunch/dinner. However, I certainly appreciate the sentiment. ;-)

[compscilin]

Maybe a bike shop could loan you a wheel to get it there? Or if you know the appropriate dimensions, you could get a replacement and install it in situ.

[othercriteria]

I probably ought to do as you suggest. But knowing what I know of me, I'll probably end up going with the awkward walk. 'Cus that's how I roll.

[tolchocky]

I totally thought that the subject of the first clause of this entry was "I." then i was like, "oh! his *bike* is a good tool." good to see your self-esteem is higher than i was giving you credit for.

[othercriteria]

My garden paths bring all the girls to the yard. Girls who doubt my self-esteem.