Karma doesn't know jack

You may recall that a few weeks ago, I broke my husband's bike. Turns out that the loose chain got tangled in the spokes of the wheel and broke several of them, causing the tire to bend and twist-off center and become one with the brake pads. So yeah. Go me. Also he did not follow his own advice and hit the bike with a rock. He hit it with some tools instead. The result was the same: bike still broken.

Anyway, as a reward for not leaving the bike on the side of the road with a sign that said "Steal Me!" (only because I didn't have a Sharpie) Joe purchased me a brand-new bike.
Now, this is not a top-of-the-line, or even a reasonably-fancy bike. Joe is smart enough to know that I just don't care about those things. If a bike is as light as a paperclip, made from recycled lunar rovers or capable of breaking the sound barrier while simultaneously balancing your checkbook... I still don't care. Except for the "light as a paperclip" one. I would have made the kids carry the bike back home! Anyway, a wise man knows that if his wife had the money available to purchase a bike that could defy the laws of physics, she'd probably rather pay for a nice massage. Or a maid service.

This is pretty much the cheapest, boringest, base-model bike that WalMart had to offer. However it does have a suspension, comfy seat and (lest we forget) pink shocks. What more could we ask for?

The REAL question here is this: have I been mysteriously rewarded for essentially breaking one of his toys, or bribed to stay away from them in the future? In either case, what would happen if I were to, say, remove all four tires from his beater truck?

Hmmmm? I don't know. I'll keep you posted.

happy trails, etc...

jeri