The latest rack's at a certain sticky stage and there's not much I could do tonight.
Boredom and paint fumes kicked in and I decided to pimp my ride.
I also decided that since this is our main park bike and since I now understand park rules and regs, that I would prepare for the next inevitable confrontation with Marksalot. So next time he shines his dumbass flashlight in my face and tells me that that the park closes at eleven, I'll just tell him to talk to the bike.
No matter which side I happen to be standing on.