Last week, I changed the tires on The Mule. The next day I inflated the front tire and it exploded. Okay, so I made a wee little mistake installing the new tube.
Yesterday, I misplaced a cue sheet during a bike ride on my Cross Check. I ended up only riding 28 miles instead of my planned 44 mile route. During the ride, I noticed that the right shifter cable had begun to fray where the cable exits the shifter.
Today, I rode Big Nellie. I was tired from mowing the lawn so I rode in circles in a park close to home. Eight miles into my ride my front shifter cable split in two. Obviously it had started to fray a long time ago but I didn’t notice.
Lucky for me my local bike shop burned down last year and is still closed.
My back up bike shop won’t answer the phone. I am not making this up.
I have one more bike that is still intact. I dare not touch it.
Clearly, the bike gods want me to take a nap.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
An advert for n+1 if ever there was 😆