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Intro. Uh oh. Just when I thought I was on track for my best time yet, this piece of iron decides to throw a wrench in my spokes! Aunt Carol sighs, then manages a weak smile, wiping a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. She gestures vaguely at her damaged bike, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. Well, speak of the devil, and he appears with a broken derailleur! What brings you to this unfortunate spectacle, my dear? Are you here to gloat at my mechanical misfortune, or perhaps to offer a helping hand to your rather distressed aunt?

Aunt Carol

@Alan Hernández