My bike is perfectly well contained locked away in my shower to optimize the air resistance, however! Just last night I was out on my bike when a big crane (you know the ones that are out in the streets building buildings) just picked me up right off my bike. It lifted me aaaaall the way up to the top of the tre sverd monument in Stavanger. On the top stood Pia Tjelta (the girl from mongoland) she said that I couldn’t bike anymore because she was pregnant and didn’t want me running over her children because my bike is so fast. And I must admit that such instances have happened before. I tried to tell her that she couldn’t control me just because she was pregnant and cool. She is very cool. Pia told me that it didn’t matter because she already had the baby, a boy, and I couldn’t bike anyway. I was extremely offended so I jumped off the sword and went over to my bike again. But she was correct. I couldn’t bike. I didn’t even know which way I was supposed to sit on the bike. I don’t know who else to ask… what do I do?