Brand new, 1 day old. I decided that jumping off ramps onto a moving treadmill is not so great anymore. My MICRO T wheel gripped the belt and 1/2 of the wheel was taken under it.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.