My-a bike… she's a death trap.
And I love her for it.
I took Rachel (my new track bike. Yes, I named my bike. F*** off. I also named my car, my unicycles, and a good portion of Phil's as well!) out for about 10 minutes today. It gets dark too quickly, and I don't have ANY lights on her, and the only reflectors are in the cheap pedals that I haven't had time to get changed out yet.
But I'll say the investment of the brake was a d*** good one. I never realized just how hilly my suburb is. And there's no f***ing way my legs were able to slow me down any while I was riding. (And I rode down the GENTLE slope too! lord knows what would have happened if I went down the firebomb of that side-of-a-mountain hill I live on!)
Squee 
