Whilst riding home tonight my pedal broke. I was about a third of the way home, and riding a bike with only one pedal is like being an ankle amputee trying to ride a bike. There is a method…actually I found three methods and alternated between them. Since you’re using different muscles for each one tires easily…but I guess that’s one more skill mastered…or confronted.
The pedal seems stripped so I’m not sure if I can actually replace the pedals or not. Oh well. I’ll chalk it up to immigrant life (school of hard knocks – third grade).

My landlady keeps joking with me cuz I always say “it’s not so important”…referring to a small gas in the stove (I haven’t used the stove yet – thus it’s not so important), and the fridge is broken (I don’t cook, and don’t really use the fridge – thus it’s not so important). Being a foreigner just requires some great amount of flexibility.