Locking up your bike by Kerr Hall is a bit like signing up to be on American Gladiators. In order to retrieve your bicycle after class, you must first make your way through a solid wall of steel spokes, handlebars and brake cables.

The whole ordeal would be more fun with referees, a point system, and a cash prize. But that dream is a long way off.

By the end of the day there are usually a pile of two-wheeled casualties laying sideways on the ground, waiting for their owners to return and become irate.

Today, I am one of those people.

Friday’s forecast: Fifty percent chance of me walking home.