Not Helping

As usual the annual Xmas chest infection prevented me taking advantage of the festive holidays on two wheels. Bah.

On the one day I did risk a ride into town on business I had a rude awakening into bike security, or lack of. Now as an engineer in my day job I come up with little systems that help avert fuck-ups. One is that with so many bike locks to manage all of them are left locked, with the appropriate key in the lock. This way you can only use a lock which you have the key for, otherwise you’d not have unlocked it in the first place. This system only works of course until you lose the key after you’ve locked the bike. Fortunately it was the key for the cable lock not the main U-lock, because, no, they weren’t on the same keyring. Cue phone call home and vehicular call out. Kirsty duly arrives armed with selection of hacksaws and tools. I mole grip the cable lock to railings for ease of cutting and set to.

How quick? Certainly quicker than I’d ever believed it would be possible.

Did anyone stop and ask why I appeared to be robbing a bike? Nope.

Happy New Year.