More, worse

Things have gotten worse. I e-mailed Brian, the guy who said I'd be able to ride Saturday morning, to complain about the fact that I couldn't ride Saturday morning, and he wrote me back, saying I could have ridden. I should've just ignored the big signs saying, "TRAILS CLOSED TO UNREGISTERED RIDERS." Great! After all that crap, I could have done exactly what I set out to do.

Not only that, I went to the other local bike shops to see if either of them had a derailleur hanger to replace the one I broke. I had the guys at Revolution Bike & Bean order one for me, which should arrive Wednesday. I still went to Bikesmiths, hoping that I could find one locally, but they didn't.

Worse still, I scraped another car parallel parking by Bikesmiths. I feel like the biggest moron ever. I am usually *good* at parallel parking, too, since I had to do a lot of it the last two years, when I lived in/near Chicago.

I don't even know what to do now.