Instead, my bike has ripped away my patience and royally pissed me off.

- I discovered the car-powered-pump missing, along with the adapters for my tires. Fancy tires require adapters so you can actually pump them full of air, don't you know.
- We go out to get another set of adapters. That's fine, they're dirt cheap.
- We get home and I have to pop the tread back into the wheel with the little tools for that.
- I think I pump the tires full of air so I go to leave.
- Surprise! The tires are still flat.
- I pump more air into the tires.
- Tires are finally done and I'm ready to go.
- I make it about halfway to work and as I'm walking my bike up over a break in the crappy sidewalk, the tread pops back out of the wheel.
- I'm essentially stuck because the tread keeps getting caught between the brakes and won't move properly. I don't have the tool with me to fix the damned thing.
- I walk my bike back home enduring pedals scraping my leg when the bike drags and a reflector falling off the wheel.
So... yeah... I'm just in a foul mood now. Luckily I didn't actually have work today.
I probably won't have any reviews up until Thursday or Friday, the way things are going. Just thought I'd let you know.
Love ya, Jessie

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