How I Spent My Day

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When I first bought this bike twenty four years ago, I was surprised by how heavy it was. Trying to maneuver all of it's weight around, I found myself saying, "Come on, you big bastard."
When I got in a position where I had to back it up Flintstones style, I would coax it with, "Come on, you big bastard."
For a couple of weeks this went on. Then I realized that it was not a bastard. It was not a he. It's a she.
So her name is Bitch.