when the universe sends messages

and you direct the call to voicemail

Do you, dear reader, ever find that the universe is sending you signals?

When it does, are you able to decipher their messages?

If so, maybe you might be able to help me with a bit of a conundrum I’ve encountered lately.

You see, I keep having mechanical issues with my bike(s)

It started with my commuter bike The WindBreaker. I keep getting flat tires. In total I’ve had three on it alone.

This is particularly frustrating. I’ve probably ridden it a mere two hundred miles this summer. Given that I’ve ridden other bikes two hundred miles over two weekends without any mechanical flaws, my rate of tire damage commuting is far too high.

So what’s a troll to do?

I pulled out another bike. That bike made it to work three times before I got a flat.

No worries though, I slid into a bike shop and had an emergency repair that day.

I felt like Mr. Smartypants with my freshly repaired tube. This bike’s a faster bike than my commuter. I thrilled myself hitting 60kph with a tail wind on the downslope of the…