I won’t be taking my bike on the train for a bit. In fact, I
won’t be taking it anywhere because it’s been nicked. I left it on a grass
verge while I was litter-picking. When I returned to the spot it had
disappeared. No-one had passed me on foot. A few proper cyclists in proper
cyclists’ gear came past but they all had their own bikes. Someone in a van or
a lorry must have stopped and picked it up.
Anyone driving along the road would also have seen me. There
are no intermediate road junctions, so they would have passed me as well as my
bike within, at most, a few hundred yards. I was in a high-viz vest, with a black
bin liner and a picking stick. It would have been perfectly obvious who the
bike belonged to. So, there you go. I appear to be between bikes.
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