In 2007 I moved to Japan to teach English. I was too tall for the bikes, and wore the worst-possible footwear. It was a dangerous combo.
I had given up looking for the bakery with the great croquettes and was heading back toward a different bakery when I suddenly couldn’t pedal anymore. I looked down and realized that one of the loops of my Doc Marten bootlaces had gotten caught and pulled taut from one end of the pedal shaft to the other.