I'm so very sorry for not being more careful when I propped you up against my back railing tonight. I was in a hurry to get to my group ride and I didn't see you sliding down while I was locking the door. Believe me when I say that it hurt me more than it hurt you when I saw that you got a half-inch dent in your top tube. I had to hold back the tears.

I understand that you were still smarting from that blow when two hours later you dumped me off at a stop sign in front of fifteen other riders whom I barely know, and left me with a bloody knee.

I hope this means we're even now and we can resume our happy relationship.

Sincerely,
Kate