should have quit while you were ahead

The magic of the bicycle combined with the length of modern advert and trailer sequences allowed me to read Amos' stories and get to the 19:40 Solo at the Omni twenty minutes late but still with time to spare to find a working ticket-printing machine. There was only one empty rack when I got there, so I had no choice where to park, but whilst I was inside someone with a shinier-looking bike conveniently chose to protect my shabbier thing. These vaguely ostentatious bells are quite popular at the moment, though this is several below the fancy copper/bell of the orange/blue co-ordinated singlespeed often parked near mine at work.