Bicycle poetry

There was an irritating wobble in my pedal.
Then a wobble and a catch.
Then a wobble and a catch and a clunk from the crank arm hitting my kick stand.
Then the crank arm fell off with a clatter.

...good thing I was on a deserted street less than a block from home.

This little anecdote actually dates from early winter, before the snow fell, in the first days of riding my winter bike for the season -- I just didn't want to lose it in the backposts of my Facebook.


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