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As a weekend-bike-ride enthusiast, I am a bit sad. My bike is in repair and won't be functional for what I estimate will be about a month. It wasn't a magnificent bike, in fact it was terrible: all the parts were rusted and people confused me for death on wheels due to the terrible creaking noise it made but it was mine. The other bikes available are either conjoined to a baby-seat (which I'm thinking about filling with jam donuts as it most certainly will not be seating my 2 year old troll of a brother) or are so small they'd make my knees touch my chin whilst I was peddlin. So, I will probably become a fat jolly person now. Oh well...