So I was riding home from school tonight, in a somewhat good mood, nice weather, class wasn't too bad. And I start noticing a grip of play and I think my cleat is beginning to come lose. I'm going down a slight grade so I decide to pull over as it flattens.

As I pull over my entire leg falls off my bike, crank arm still attached to my shoe. I was about a mile from my house so I just rode home, one foot on the down tube, the other pedaling fourth. As I pass a bar in silverlake some older woman stops me and goes "Do I know you from somewhere?" anyway, boring conversation ensued, I think she wanted me to go home with her.

So I get home and my aunt brought over some live dungeness crab. So I munched some of that down and ate some spanish anchovies over rice.

What do?