With every pedal im riding the bike into the ground.
I just spent money on a new wheel and i've managed to break my cycle basket.
And the gears are fucked.
My oh my.
It needs to survive the next 8 months. Then we'll know where we'll be, and think about getting a new steed.
I feel bad that i dont want to send him for a proper repair, but i'd rather save up for a new bike, you know?
I feel like im betraying him now, looking at new bicycles, while he's there in the foyer, trying his best to work through rain, fucking london traffic and all the abuse.
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