A couple of weeks ago, I was riding home after a rally at a local synagogue. There were several thousand people there. I had shown up a few minutes before the rally, wheeled through the parking lot, got a closer parking spot than most, and attended the rally.
On the way home, I was whipping down the side of the road, enjoying a nice tailwind, and smiling to myself at all of the cars that were inching along. It was dark. I hit a nasty pothole, and kept on going.
Over the next couple of days, a sound developed on the back of my bicycle. Apparently, my back wheel had a slight warp to it, and was hitting the brake pad.
I had some time today. The bicycle went to the bike shop. They trued the wheel. They also showed me a crack in the rim. While I have had that rim for several years and cannot for certain say that the rim suffered its damage that particular evening, I know my bicycle. The rim bore the consequences of my smugness and of my recklessness. The rim has been trued. I will likely replace it in the summer.
On the positive side, I also have a new tire. The old one had a tear in the side.
Have a good night.