Had this one locked up outside of Pizza Express, Kensington Olympia last week. Just had a D-Lock running through frame and back wheel. It was my best friend's birthday, and on locking it two friends who now live in Denmark, whom I hadn't seen in ages surprised me with a nice greeting. Group hugs, things were so nice you know? There were many of us, and at least six all with nice bikes but I hadn't put the Koga with theirs. On everyone going to mass unlock, I turned around like "yeah okay let me just go and get mine!" and boom, impact to the heart, loss of colour, and the loud/quiet voice in my head saying, "my bike isn't there". Told everyone and tried not to lower the vibes, got lots of hugs, really really loved Koga. Couldn't really enjoy the rest of the evening and felt spaced out. Walking down towards High St Ken with Ipod loud and fist clenched ready to put a door key through the guy's face (thinking lower cheek up into the eye, best move? Maybe under the chin and up?), staring hard at every frame that went past me. Weird feelings of accepting what had happened, learning about new locks and practising non violent thoughts, and of course the overwhelming unfairness of things just not making sense.
Still, have had the delight of finding and getting a new bicycle, but, out of respect to Koga I'm adding his name to the list with all you poor people who just want to ride free.
Yo everyone,
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Had this one locked up outside of Pizza Express, Kensington Olympia last week. Just had a D-Lock running through frame and back wheel. It was my best friend's birthday, and on locking it two friends who now live in Denmark, whom I hadn't seen in ages surprised me with a nice greeting. Group hugs, things were so nice you know? There were many of us, and at least six all with nice bikes but I hadn't put the Koga with theirs. On everyone going to mass unlock, I turned around like "yeah okay let me just go and get mine!" and boom, impact to the heart, loss of colour, and the loud/quiet voice in my head saying, "my bike isn't there". Told everyone and tried not to lower the vibes, got lots of hugs, really really loved Koga. Couldn't really enjoy the rest of the evening and felt spaced out. Walking down towards High St Ken with Ipod loud and fist clenched ready to put a door key through the guy's face (thinking lower cheek up into the eye, best move? Maybe under the chin and up?), staring hard at every frame that went past me. Weird feelings of accepting what had happened, learning about new locks and practising non violent thoughts, and of course the overwhelming unfairness of things just not making sense.
Still, have had the delight of finding and getting a new bicycle, but, out of respect to Koga I'm adding his name to the list with all you poor people who just want to ride free.