break down

Oh dear, said the bike rider.

The tire exploded and we almost fell onto the road.
So lucky that my angelic face did not kiss the rough tar.

The bike rider was stranded in the middle of Taman Tun under the hot sun.
He was sticky, squatting with his friend, and we moaned together-gether.
The bike was practically un-movable.

What’s left is a tire tube that resembled strands of ribbon.

And the best part was that this dirty rubbery ribbon was tangled with the bike chain.

By the way, please look at the beautiful fake Crocs that I washed squeaky clean just before the ill-fated ride. Nice not? Nice not?

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