That’s what I heard last night moving things around to get the bike in the garage…. and I knew something had *broken.* Couldn’t figure it out in the dark.

In the morning — oh! That stupid SPRING that pulls the handlebars back to center snapped. I tried to ride cautiously in case motor memories would think a thing was happening, but realized that actually it made me uncomfortable — I forget it’s there, and I don’t “feel right” taking it around turns. So! (and yes, it *broke,* metal fatigue… but I’m fine with that.)

Need to log those miles at lovetoride 😉

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