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So, I’m riding my bike to work today, and it broke.

Not “it broke down.” Not “the chain broke” or “the tire broke.” The bike broke.

The frame cracked right through the bracket that holds the rear wheel in place.

I was surprised. Don’t get me wrong. The bike was a piece of crap. But I was sure the derailleurs or the chain or something would go before the frame broke.

So, I used my house key as a screwdriver and removed all the useful bits. And then I abandoned my bike on Queen St. E, just east of the Don Valley bridge, and caught a streetcar to work.

I was thinking of taking the same streetcar home to see if it was still there.