I’m sorry for calling it a heap of junk. My wife wishes to remind me that her borrowed bike is a “Giant”, a very respected brand. It is a good bike. It became a heap of junk the moment my attempt to overcome the tiny crank arms and flat tires (by standing hard on them while shifting gears) caused the chain to jump and my left knee to smash into the head tube. Actually to be honest, it became a heap of junk of lower than average intelligence at this precise moment, but I had decided that remark was unfair by the time I reached home.