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

He pushed. He swayed. His heart became a frantic hammer. The poodle and its owner vanished over the crest. The YS 368 flickered:

Inside, nestled between a brittle sheet of foam and a magnet the size of a tic-tac, lay the prize: the YS 368 Wireless Bike Computer. And beneath it, the manual.

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.

He pushed. He swayed. His heart became a frantic hammer. The poodle and its owner vanished over the crest. The YS 368 flickered:

Inside, nestled between a brittle sheet of foam and a magnet the size of a tic-tac, lay the prize: the YS 368 Wireless Bike Computer. And beneath it, the manual.