I don't know why you do it, but it makes me mad. It is just a bike. Usually forgotten and lonely. The longer it stays in one spot, the more you torment it. Once one wheel gets tacoed, the other follows pretty quickly. It is like you see that everyone else has kicked this bike, so I better kick it too. I wish a bike would KICK YOU! It would find you chained to a fence outside a bar and leave a tire print on your face or a cog bite on your leg. Then other bikes would come and laugh at you. They would see that you had fallen down, so they would just roll over you. Eventually your leg would break, so a few bikes would think that it is only fitting that your second leg is broken, and possibly your nose for good measure. And everyone would just roll by, some over you, some on you, but no one would ever pick you up. No one will ever lean you back against that fence. —Bike savior