When I got on my bike to go to work this morning, I was rewarded after my first few pedals with a horrible, ratchety, screeching noise, the noise you get when your bike chain is about to fall off. I put up with this noise for a few dozen more pedal strokes, but it was abundantly clear that the chain death rattle was going to persist until either a) I stopped, or b) my rust bucket fell apart. At considerable speed, I coasted, took my feet off the pedals, and gave the bike chain two hard kicks with my heel. This solved the chain problem completely, although I hard a hard time keeping myself from making Soviet Russia jokes the rest of the way to work. "In Soviet Russia, bike fixes you!!" Well, maybe if you're a guy...
It doesn't really help that the place I work at looks like some old East German compound. I'm told they lifted in the building I'm in and the one next door by crane, of a piece. Add the non-color color scheme and the fact that most of the FZJ buildings were put in in the 1950s, and you have a pretty grim place.
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In Soviet Russia, bike fix you!
Psssh. Totally already made that joke.
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