A major minor breakthrough.

I rode my old Trek hybrid (now my "train bike") to the station this morning. When I parked in the bike rack, I whipped out my new lock (I hadn't had time to properly mount it to my frame yet), and hooked it through my front tire and frame.

But I couldn't get the lock closed. I messed with it for about two minutes. Nothing.

Now it was 5:45am, and my train was coming. I fiddled with the lock for another couple of seconds, and realized that I had a choice:

1. Not bother locking the bike, and hope that nobody stole it.
2. Freak out, start screaming and snarling and try to force the fucker to close.
3. Miss my train.

I sat down on the sidewalk, legs criss-crossed, and watched my train come. It pulled up... paused... everyone got on... and it left. Twenty-five minutes until the next train.

I looked down at the lock and noticed that I had the base on backwards. Click.

Love to all. Even you, the british dude who speaks almost exclusively in Morality Tales.