The Art of Spannering

I got a very long holidays when college days vanished. Finished, I should say. This leaves me with a total boredom to kill, and books with magazines aren't always the solution. Nor are TV stations, since they are quite literally repetitions of each other (save for Trans). The worst thing though, is that my dogs prefer not to bite me after I meddle with them. Mind you, I did not put powders of marijuana in their diet.

However, suddenly in that moment, I found something that needs heartful attention as well as massive time. It is my (dad's) 11-years-old bought-used dark-orange-coloured mountain bicycle. It had squatted down in the corner of the garage for some time, collecting dust and my dog's fur in its cassette. And when I put it out and took it for a ride, there were friction noises coming from the rear brake pads and the derailleur sets. It was quite diabolical to hear the sound of metal rubbing to each other.

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