Oooohhhh. I broke my very first spoke on the way home. Didn't notice it until I got in the driveway. But... I had my personal best time for the 17.7 mile commute!!!! Called the bike shop and they don't think that they can fix it in one day. Crap. Tomorrow it is supposed to rain, but I was hoping to bike in again on Thursday. I'll drive 45 miles in my car to the shop in the next big town over if I have to. I can't stomach the idea of missing a ride in on a nice day. The saying below goes... I am so driven to bike in that I leave everything else in my life to the side. Not a good way to be. Not an intelligent way to be. I think that's a sign of OCD. I'll feel better if I get on my other bike and go for a ride around the neighborhood.