In the past week, in three separate incidents, the flower brooch on the front of my basket has been pinched, the bungee on my pannier rack has been pinched, and today I caught three little twats checking out my bike. I know they (or possibly someone else, but I'd bet a lot of money on it being them) had already touched it, because the little flap that covers the keyhole on my lock had been flipped, and the handlebars had been moved. If it had just been the handlebars having been moved I'd have put it down to someone bumping it, but the lock flap doesn't move itself, and as I walked up to my bike one of them said "look, it's hers". Then, the final straw, as I was unlocking it one of the cheeky little sods said "nice bike". Yeah it is you knob, HANDS OFF.
I wish I'd had the balls to say something to them, but three older teenage lads vs. me isn't going to end with me winning. I'm just glad I had a good enough lock to ruin their fun.
I wish I'd had the balls to say something to them, but three older teenage lads vs. me isn't going to end with me winning. I'm just glad I had a good enough lock to ruin their fun.