damnhippie
shark sandwich
bump 'cause i FINALLY got round to going back and chopping the lock. my dad's bolt croppers and a bit of sawing did the trick. bike! back!
no one had pinched any bits of it, though the front wheel is a bit buckled. don't know if that was the work of some drunken fuckwit, or me while i was cutting it free.
...and, guess what, someone called the police!
they came screeching up all dynamic like and i had to prove the bike was mine. in the end i clicked in to my clipless pedals and they seemed to agree this was enough proof. they still took my details and ran them through the system...
i hadn't phoned the copshop again because last time they basically said, 'if it's your bike, then you've got nothing to worry about'. might have saved them a trip if i had, i guess.
no one had pinched any bits of it, though the front wheel is a bit buckled. don't know if that was the work of some drunken fuckwit, or me while i was cutting it free.
...and, guess what, someone called the police!
they came screeching up all dynamic like and i had to prove the bike was mine. in the end i clicked in to my clipless pedals and they seemed to agree this was enough proof. they still took my details and ran them through the system...
i hadn't phoned the copshop again because last time they basically said, 'if it's your bike, then you've got nothing to worry about'. might have saved them a trip if i had, i guess.

