Seriously Italy, What the Fuck?

Okay, as I mentioned before, my bike was stolen last weekend.

Yesterday I broke down and bought a bike, a shitty bike, but pretty much my only choice available. On the way to class today I was going up a bridge and one of the goddamned handlebars snapped the fuck off. I cut my finger and my shoulder fucking hurts now.

Yay!

Yum. ... I know it doesn't look that bad; this is actually well AFTER the deluge of blood spewed out and a bandage was applied.

My first bike, similarly, one of the pedals snapped off going up the same bridge just hours after purchasing it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a lone captain sailing a ship called Sanity in a sea of infinite bullshit. .

/not too pleased.

On the other hand, looking on the bright side (about an hour after I initially wrote this)

I took it back to the shop (all the way across town) and he's replacing the handlebars. I'm hoping this means that I will get handlebars made for an adult human, instead of an elf. I swear, I could only get my first three fingers around the damn handles.

**Edit

I went back to the shop around 5:30. The guy wanted to me to pay 10 euro for the "improvements" he had made. HA HA HA. I only wish I were joking.

I couldn't pay even if I had wanted to because I'm so broke, but go figure.

** Edit-Edit

It's been two weeks since this whole thing took place. A day after I had the handlebars replaced, I had to replace the tires, tubes and buy a pump...

A couple of days after that, the pedals started to move in ways they weren't supposed to move (as in... left and right) and the chain kept slipping so I stopped riding -- I didn't want to make my face a permament fixture on the sidewalk ...