Ys 368 Wireless Bike - Computer Manual

It was the stupidest thing he’d ever read. Trust a nineteen-dollar piece of Chinese plastic? Trust the blinking icon? And yet.

Pendle Hill Road. A 1.7-mile scar of asphalt that had broken him three Sundays in a row. He’d crest it gasping, lungs full of glass, only to check his phone and see a pathetic 4.2 mph average. He didn’t need data; he needed proof that the suffering meant something. ys 368 wireless bike computer manual

He pulled over at the top, sweat stinging his eyes, and looked down at the YS 368. It wasn't a computer. It was a mirror. A cheap, badly-translated mirror that had shown him the truth: not the speed he wanted, but the speed he had. And the speed he had was enough. It was the stupidest thing he’d ever read