In praise of...

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GrumpyGregry

Here for rides.
...finding your old bike.

I stick my head through the door to the hotel's bike park and saw a crane gleaming in the corner. It seems the charity I donated it to before Christmas couldn't come and collect it. And the hotel hung onto it in case I came back. And I came back.
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And there under the saddle, zip tied in place, was the key to the nurse's lock.

Reunited. Good to go.

*very happy face*
 
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annedonnelly

Girl from the North Country
Maybe the charity came to collect, but the bike refused to go and waited for you to come back ;)
 
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