You’ve given me flashbacks. I lived in Japan for a few years and occasionally Google would go ahead and read out the street names in Chinese instead of Japanese as though Google maps doesn’t have an exact GPS coordinate for me and thus a pretty good idea of what language those signs should be in. Drove me INSANE. Trying to get around and suddenly my gps is speaking to me in a language I don’t know

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I distinctly remember developing one when I was around 8. I wanted it then, but it hasn’t shut up since

Depending on your personal circumstances you might not need a rack. I always just take the front wheel off (quick release) and shove my bike in the back seat

Me exactly.

I am here now :)

I feel like I know exactly what you mean by your second paragraph. Like any amount of interaction, even responding to texts, is a gargantuan effort and almost an unwanted chore.

Thanks for linking this :)