Dunwich Dynamon't

The penny farthing has been naughty - between the wobbly crank, disintegrating pedal, and -- oh yeah -- raw naked terror, it's been an emo day.  Upshot is, Bucephalus is in the shed and I've got torn shorts, and Dunwich will be done as part of a one-penny penny posse.  Later: bike to get new or sorted crankage, handling skilz to be learned away from fecky London fecky driverfecks and (see, emo, told ya) we'll take it sensibly.  But for tomorrow, nuppence.  I has a sad, but it's not a catastrophe.