Dude, where's my bike?
Thursday, 18 July 2013 22:03
The weather was nice so I went to go for a bike ride but when I opened the garage I couldn’t see my bike. I thought someone had moved it so I looked on the other side of the garage but it wasn’t there. Starting to worry I noticed that a bike I had repaired for someone and who’s son had come by earlier to pick up was still there. So I made a quick call to the owner and explained the mix up to which he burst out laughing. I rode the repaired bike over and swapped it back for mine. I was so glade to get it back since it’s like an old friend. I’ve invested a lot of time and money into that bike and I known all its quirks, rattles and squeaks. I really enjoyed the bike ride I had afterwards, glade to be reunited with it.