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.
And there under the saddle, zip tied in place, was the key to the nurse's lock.
Reunited. Good to go.
*very happy face*
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.
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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