Conscience Cleared

Remember the mountain bike that was going to take me to all the lovely nearby villages around Sfantu Gheorghe? Well, I haven't touched it since discovering the fatal faulty back brake and the sinister swing of the cute little handle bar basket, and that fact has been eating at my conscience. Having a potentially perfectly usable bike chained up and gathering dust during the summer months when so many other volunteers (not to mention locals) could use one just seemed flat out selfish, so I sent out an email a week ago looking for any takers. Surprisingly, only one person out of nearly twenty responded (slightly clearing my guilt, slightly) and yesterday she claimed her prize and my title of "evil bike hording monster" was renounced. I feel much better. Another thing I won't do in Romania: become a biking pro. Eh, whatev.