149. Gloves?

Suddenly aware that I have an appointment in ten minutes one mile away, I grab my bike (just as fast as a car in city traffic) and head off.  Immediately realize that I left my helmet and lock at home but no time to go back.  About half-way there, another cyclist pulls out from a side street.  Just a quick glance, but it's clear that his cycling gear cost more than my bike.  He passes me and says something along the lines, "You should be ashamed, no helmet or gloves." Gloves?

148. Three Months of Folding

When my hometown built a new bb stadium, partly with tax revenue, team owners insisted on a moveable cover.  Fiscally wary critics noted that during the bb season only rare games would have to be cancelled on account of rain.  That's not the point, they answered; the city's notoriety for off-season rain discourages season ticket purchases or any long-term planning ("let's plan for taking in a game next weekend... nah, it will probably rain, let's visit my sister instead").

So goes my folding bike.  In the past three months I've only had to fold it twice when busses rolled up with already full bike racks and once I've taken it off the rack and brought it onboard to make room for another cycler.  Is that enough to justify purchase?  Sure, for the same reason: don't have to worry about  being bumped/rained on.