This morning I took the train into town (going out after work and travelling home with family afterwards) and I thought I was being ever so observant as I approached a purple pacific in the racks in the station that actually had no lock on it at all.
Then, without warning, there was an almighty clang and I came to a sudden and rather painful standstill. Because I'd been smugly looking forward to telling everyone here about this completely unlocked bike I'd spotted, I'd failed to notice I was heading straight for the big metal sign which tells people on trains which station they're at. The side of my head is still sore, and I am compelled to admit that I am impressed by the bike's owner's cunning plot to foil bike thieves by the careful placement of his or her bike near a large metal post.
This morning I took the train into town (going out after work and travelling home with family afterwards) and I thought I was being ever so observant as I approached a purple pacific in the racks in the station that actually had no lock on it at all.
Then, without warning, there was an almighty clang and I came to a sudden and rather painful standstill. Because I'd been smugly looking forward to telling everyone here about this completely unlocked bike I'd spotted, I'd failed to notice I was heading straight for the big metal sign which tells people on trains which station they're at. The side of my head is still sore, and I am compelled to admit that I am impressed by the bike's owner's cunning plot to foil bike thieves by the careful placement of his or her bike near a large metal post.