I wish my guy had been so polite. Riding home from my mates house, I get a puncture by London Bridge about 1:30am. Well I'm not too far from home I think (OKR) so I decide to walk.
All's fine until I'm basically home, by the fire station on the old kent road some chap came running up behind me, shoved me to the ground and tried to run off with the bike. Despite being on the ground I have still not let go of the frame, so he gives two good yanks, realises I'm not going to let go and runs off.
I think it was a spur of the moment thing as he thought I'd be an easy target. I'd sooner have let go of my bag.
I wish my guy had been so polite. Riding home from my mates house, I get a puncture by London Bridge about 1:30am. Well I'm not too far from home I think (OKR) so I decide to walk.
All's fine until I'm basically home, by the fire station on the old kent road some chap came running up behind me, shoved me to the ground and tried to run off with the bike. Despite being on the ground I have still not let go of the frame, so he gives two good yanks, realises I'm not going to let go and runs off.
I think it was a spur of the moment thing as he thought I'd be an easy target. I'd sooner have let go of my bag.