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- Four wheels bad, Two wheels good In my neverending, and to date fruitless, quest to avoid becoming an egg-shaped man, I have bought myself a shiny new bicycle. My previous bike has been a sturdy warhorse since my Confirmation, but like all good things, I feel it has come to its end for me. Being a pernickety kind of person, and the kind of child who went home from fingerpainting classes with no paint on him at all, it has been kept in quite good condition. However the relentless forces of entropy cannot be denied forever. So when I got a puncture a few months ago I took stock. |
