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I’m talented. I mean, talented in a special way - like in a “riding the short bus” kinda way. Between the time I got on the train this morning with my bike and the time I got off the train, I managed to dislodge my bike chain. I noticed this when I got on my bike to start riding to work and I wasn’t going anywhere. My legs were pedaling, but I was staying still. I hopped off, got out of the way of the “serious” bike riders, and tried to figure out what to do.

Immediately, I saw my poor chain hanging down limply, almost to the ground. I didn’t have any tools to try to pop it back on, so I grabbed it and tried pushing it back onto the gear wheel. This resulted in super greasy fingers. I knew I couldn’t fix it by myself. Oh well, I would at least get some exercise while I lamely walked my bike to work.

I passed a bike shop (one of the best ones in the city, or so I’ve heard), but they didn’t open until 10. Rats.

I got to work, washed up, and complained to my coworkers about my bad luck. It turns out that the guy who sits across from me knows a LOT about fixing bikes. After a couple of minutes, he had my chain back on and we were working together to make sure that all of the gears shifted properly. Man, was I happy. I was not looking forward to lamely walking my bike back to the train station after work. Walking your bike is like walking a big ugly dog. You look awkward, the dog looks awkward, and people feel sorry for you. At least you don’t have to pick up after the bike.