There needs to be a special class on how to properly stack bikes in the bike car of the train. Or maybe a traffic school situation for when somebody comes and puts handlebar to handlebar.
The bike shed at work has bikes covered in battlescars from fuckwits flinging their old heap on your pride and joy, so I don’t commute. Also Trafford Parks like Rollerball in a morning mainly due to the preferred marque of the middle class repmobile tosser, Audi, Bimmer and Mercedes.
It is for this reason that my pride and joy is a dented track frame from the 70s with chipped paint and miche components. I do my best to not fling it on any nice bikes. That said my brake cable has been dented to the point of replacement twice in a couple of months.
There needs to be a special class on how to properly stack bikes in the bike car of the train. Or maybe a traffic school situation for when somebody comes and puts handlebar to handlebar.