My apartment was almost destroyed by an enraged house guest wielding broken glass and furniture (you know who you are), but the damage was minimal. My pitiful French bicycle, however, suffered a few wounds to the kickstand and it had to be amputated.

I never feel quite as impotent as I do in a bicycle shop. I don’t think anyone in the supermarket ever treats me like a poser for eating food.

DC was doing alright today, though.