When I docked my citibike, I saw something unusual:
It would appear a car took the turn a little too wide, turning from Fifth Avenue onto 37th Street, and hit the docked bike. Rear wheel crushed, frame snapped in half.
You’re doing it wrong, you are supposed to blame the wussy aluminum fatigue limit
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."