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My hand hurts from adjusting rusty, slow "quick releases" to raise saddles. I stop clanking spokes and later help fix a puncture (T patches it with a piece of rubber from an old inner tube and super glue). We stop at Marina Bay to picnic, see some of the city lights go out, hear a recorded speech via MP3 and portable speakers, and sing a song. On a lighter note, I'd like to think I have a small carbon footprint. I don't have a carbon frame :p and use components until they wear out and beyond repair.Some helpers break off: a sweeper and marker. I want to go home, but I'm the only one with a bicycle pump. Cyclists string out on the way back to return their rented bicycles in Changi, so i do double duty - sometimes a sweeper and sometimes a marker, when I rush forward to a junction and show which way to turn. By the time my "duties" are done, it is almost midnight and I get home the next day.
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