SO TIRED. In the Times Square Subway station on my way to the 7 train to Grand Central Terminal.

Another result of Chain Suck. Being the (non-)handy-man I am, however, I was able to successfully fix it, thanks to Mike (who I apparently now owe a beer).

The second maintenance problem on Saturday: a broken chain. While I was peddling around a turn and trying to shift into an easier gear in anticipation of a coming incline my chain got caught on the teeth of my crank and continued around the crank until it got twisted. Apparently there\’s a common term for this: Chain Suck. For the rest of the ride, I kept yelling, \”Chaaaaaiiin Suuuuccckk!!\”

For the first time ever, I got a flat out on a ride. This is right after I mounted the tire over the fresh tube Mike had fortuitously brought along with him.

In a common room on the third floor at Creedmore. This more or less completes the set of posts at Creedmore — at least until the next visit.