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My bike has impeccable timing. Last weekend the headlight broke the first time I tried to use it, on Friday evening, just after my work closed so it was too late to get it fixed. That made it hard to go to Geneva on the weekend because the bus service to my village in France is spotty.

Now my bike's done it again. This weekend, when I got up Saturday morning to go downtown, my back tire was flat. On Friday I had been thinking about getting up really early on Saturday and going to the mountains to snowboard. But then I shelved that idea and I'm glad I did. Without my bike, I don't have a way get to train station before, say, 10:00 on a Saturday, and Sundays are even worse.