Broken Bike

The other day, my chain fell off my new red bike on my way to work, and it did it more and more. Then I looked more closely and my rear sprockets were flapping all around, and if that weren't enough, there were only six sprockets when there were supposed to be seven. I took it back to the store in town and he neither had the missing sprocket nor the tool to tighten what was there. He said I had to take it to the main store about 30 miles out of town, or wait a few days for him to take my bike and send it out for repair. So after eating take-out from Ric's (delicious eggs scrambled with jalapenos, onions, cheese, grease and tortillas and a 20 ounce black coffee). I went today on my only day off and the British guys running the store were very apologetic and fixed it all right on the spot. Because I think I need to work something about food into this post, I stopped into a Lebanese place a few blocks away for lunch. Had something with chicken in it - at least it tasted like chicken. Had some hummus too, and caught up on Prince Harry and his girlfriend in the Middle East version of "Hello" magazine.