Someone parked up a ratty looking town bike next to the wife's crosscheck and slung their cable lock through both frames' top tubes, trapping the wife's bike. This was outside the Royal Albert Hall (don't you know).
I was ready to pop home for the hacksaw but it turned out the cable lock was shit, and we snapped it simply by bending it in half. Doubly curious was that a proper d-lock was slung over the rat-bike's handle bars. Anyhoo wife's bike freed we carried on. Left a note for the rat-bike owner.
Someone parked up a ratty looking town bike next to the wife's crosscheck and slung their cable lock through both frames' top tubes, trapping the wife's bike. This was outside the Royal Albert Hall (don't you know).
I was ready to pop home for the hacksaw but it turned out the cable lock was shit, and we snapped it simply by bending it in half. Doubly curious was that a proper d-lock was slung over the rat-bike's handle bars. Anyhoo wife's bike freed we carried on. Left a note for the rat-bike owner.
All quite strange.