There’s trouble. Trouble I tell you. Trouble in this here biketown. Maybe I should stop with the old timey sheriff voice and get to the point. I have a problem with my bike.
MY BIKE IS BROKEN!!
That’s the trouble right there in a nut shell. My rear wheel is busted and it’s time for a new one. I’m not happy with it at all. Well, who would be? The problem is that wheels are expensive and I’m just finding the problem now, as spring is about to sprung. I’m mad at myself for not finding the problem sooner, during the long winter.