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I once got my front wheel nicked from outside my work, some 5 miles from my house. In the flat below us lived a gang of wee scrotes whose parents enacted minimal parental control whilst the kids would harvest whatever bits they could easily pinch. I make it home eventually and my actual wheel is sitting outside their front door along with one of their own shitty Halfords nedmobiles, so I get my wheel back and “borrow” theirs. Flatmate and I completely disassemble their bike and leave it outside the front door, probably just making it easier for them to part it out rather than exacting sweet revenge.
Random compliment from a parking warden on my old Cannondale.
Anybody else getting random people saying nice things when out and about cycling?
[maybe humans are not so bad, this mood will last until the next WTFery I shall encounter ;)]