Hell on Wheels

My bicycle has turned against me. It’s a simple collection of moving parts so basic that even I understand how it works.

But no matter how many bolts I tighten, no matter how many times I fix the fix the brakes, patch the tires, or oil the chain – it still breaks.

Finally, yesterday I put it up on blocks, gave it a thorough inspection and discovered the root of the problem. It’s possessed by Satan.

And it’s also made of magnesium, so it will burn like the brightest fire in hell when I trash it tomorrow.

Thursday’s forecast: Forgive me for not being mechanically inclined, but what do you do when your bike sounds like it needs a new muffler?