"Shelly, please!" My brother, Kevin, was pleading with his bike for most of our ride. He was having issues with the chain, which eventually snapped and fell off. Luckily, we were within a quarter mile of our destination. My bike has always been something of a workhorse, whether piled with laundry, groceries, or carrying a person perched on the rear rack. This was the first time it acted as a tow truck, though.
Kevin sat on his bike and held the rear rack of my bike as
I towed him about four miles to get him to work after our morning climbing
session at Boulders Gym. We received some amused looks along the way.