“There was a lot about the cycle I couldn’t tell by looking at it—like, how the rain would soak the seat through that slash in the faux leather, and I’d have a wet ass for a month. And how the chain would pop off the chain-ring unpredictably, and I’d get grease on my hands from resetting it. All I knew was that I loved that bike the second I saw it. My Polish angel explained that it was NOT guaranteed: after I pedaled it off the lot, I was on my own. 35 Euro. Sold.”–from Bicycles, Beer, and the Body