Stories of commuting in the bay, having too many bikes, and other velo shenanigans.
While fumbling for my keys, I looked up and noticed this creepy silhouette:
Urban legend, or bike part?
It looks like something out of an old timey horror flick, but it's actually just my brake lever. Certainly fitting for the autumnal fall nights I've been enjoying recently! Not gonna lie, I'd totally watch a bad horror film about a killer bicycle.