What grinds a cyclist's gears and screws out tears
May 25th 2009 I couldn't believe it. It really wasn't there. For a micro second I was convinced Ced was horsing around when he yelled out "Your bike's gone...". Stuffing the last dumpling in my mouth I ran out of the little restaurant we were in to see a blank empty spot where my bike had been. I could have choked if the jiaozi hadn't been so juicy. A little over 3600 kms of pedalling and the worst crisis so fa
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