
Here's a pic I pulled off the "interweb" of the kind of bike I rent from my town. That is not me. I don't know who that is.
Let me tell you, I was hating that bike this afternoon. I was riding it to the school art studio in 97 degree weather, at a pace that fell between leisurely and clocking it, and the chain popped off. I popped it back on and continued on my way with no problem.
Then, on the way back, it popped off again, this time as I was mid-hill. I wrecked in the grass/sidewalk next to the road and banged up my shins and ankles pretty nastily. So I walked it up the hill (staying on the sidewalk) and popped the chain back on and thought to myself, "Hey, maybe it will be fine if I just kinda sit on it and kinda just roll along" Nope!
The stupid chain wouldn't stay on. I was so mad, my hands were covered in bike grease, and I had sweat pouring down my face. It was yucky. (added grossness- my clothes were covered w/ clay from the pottery studio)
And when I returned it to the bike station, I told the lady in charge about it and she said "Ok." and took the bike to the back. And that was it. I have to admit, I kind of expected a free candy bar or something.