It was so wicked! Earlier in the afternoon; I got to my fiancés apartment. I was just about to lock my bicyle (I'm using a chain with a padlock, for it's shiny glance), when I sense that my rear tire is sort of loose. I alter it, ramshackled. Damn, afraid that a dose of bad luck has run over me so that the bearings in the tire is worn out / in need of expensive replacement, I make a final alter on the screw nut. Wtf, I can turn it using only my bare hands. It's loose! Oh my lord, the whole rear tire is loose. For how long has this been the case? For how long have I been riding the streets with a wicked tire? Shiznit! I hit Mc D to quiet my sadness with a (three) cheese burger(s), then I go to the close by everything-in-handy-store, to buy myself the needed equipment.
My purchase:
So, I got to work on the bike for a while. Erhm, well, for quite some time actually. Stranded the bike [upside down] outside her building, adjusting the nuts. However, I never seemed to get satisfied. Either a little bit too much to the left; or right. Gah, after like an hour of fine tuning we were on the road. We went to my place, ate some pitepalt (yummy flour/potatoe balls), watching Grannfejden about north-Swedish farmers not getting along about how to plough their village. A laugh riot..
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