Dead and Rotting

"Any pile of organic matter will eventually rot, but a well-chosen site can help speed the process up."

I'm going to start composting in KC, I've decided.

Sweet.

WHO BUILT MY BIKE?

My bike makes no sense. Sold under circumstances that make it seem stolen, but no one in Boston has ever seen it before. Weird mix of extensive and cheapo parts, set up w/ unconventional angles. REAR BRAKE INSTALLED ON FRONT FORK, WITH ONLY ABOUT A MILIMETER OF METAL PREVENTING CATASTROPHIC BRAKE FAILURE. Learning more and more about my bike is like performing surgery on an anonymous patient, only to find that they had surgery before and the previous surgeon replaced their left kidney with a right one, removed their heart then replaced it in backwards, securing it in place with scotch tape and cellophane. Who had the technical knowledge to perform these procedures, but yet the ignorance or simple disregard for safety and convention to do them in this manner?! Also the patient doesn't speak English. And you were pretty sure at first that they were a drug mule, but to your surprise their insides are NOT packed with cocaine. And they have no fingerprints. And they're dressed in really nice clothes that are covered in stains. That's what my bike is like.

I Am The Brakeless Awesomer

So my brake basically fell off my bike the other day as I was attempting to tighten it. So now, I have got to be an awesome, hardcore, brakeles rider for a day or so until I get my brake situation figured out. I guess the plus side is I'll learn some new panic stop techniques, maybe.