In a doze this morning I put my saddle bag in my bag rest but didn't attach it properly. Got to work, reached for my keys... no saddle bag!!! Diary, sketch book, studio keys, house keys, wallet, phone - all terrifyingly absent!
I retraced my steps vainly hoping that cruel cruel London hadn't swallowed my life whole. And a mile from my studio, there it was, bold as brass in the middle of the path at the entrance to Victoria Park looking for all the world like the kid in the baby seat in Raising Arizona. Untouched, all present and correct.
What an almighty dumbass! What a lucky fuck! 1-10/10. Would cheat fate again.
Similarly left my pannier attached to my commuter last night- roll top completely open, inside lights, helmet tools and other bits. Bike is locked in the open outside my flat on ground level, miraculously the bag and all contents were there this morning.
In a doze this morning I put my saddle bag in my bag rest but didn't attach it properly. Got to work, reached for my keys... no saddle bag!!! Diary, sketch book, studio keys, house keys, wallet, phone - all terrifyingly absent!
I retraced my steps vainly hoping that cruel cruel London hadn't swallowed my life whole. And a mile from my studio, there it was, bold as brass in the middle of the path at the entrance to Victoria Park looking for all the world like the kid in the baby seat in Raising Arizona. Untouched, all present and correct.
What an almighty dumbass! What a lucky fuck! 1-10/10. Would cheat fate again.