My bike broke down today. At first, I thought it was just a flat tire. But then, a little while later, I look down, and see the inner tube of my back tire sticking out. So there I was, dragging my bike through at least 6 inches of snow. I'd thought this would go on until I got home. But then, at the next intersection, a guy with a pickup truck in the nearby parking lot shouts out "Hey! Need some help?" I looked down at the tire, then replied with a yes. So I drag my bike over there, load it into the bed of his truck, and get in. Finally, he gives me a ride the rest of the way home. General faith in humanity: rising