Biked part way up a mountain and broke my chain. Carried fatty the rest of the way to the summit.
Hugged the trail with my face on my way down because who needs a chain when they have gravity? Also took some skin off each knee and an elbow.
Then home to mount a new chain, pull/clean/grease/re-install the bottom bracket on the commuter bike, and load some trash for the dump.
Cleaning up for supper took a while.
I’m daydreaming of a Surly Big Dummy build with drop bars because cargo bikes are cool and I have no self-respect.
The Leningrad station on Pandora is a hot mess but plays a bunch of Squirrel Nut Zippers so I can’t complain.