I have this bad habit sometimes of using my bike (Rachel's bike) to get to a place I'm going (campus for example), and then finding some other way home.
Walking.
Getting a ride.
Never going home. . .
A little more than a week ago, I rode my back to Macey's. Tim met me there and I left my bike locked up in the bike racket near the entrance.
I picked it up Sunday. As I hoisted it into the trunk of the car, I noticed something slightly awry. It took me a few seconds before I realized that it wouldn't be possible to ride this bike.
The seat was gone.
14 hours ago
3 comments:
So Sad!
hahaha! Oh man you have pretty much the worst bike luck ever. That is such a bummer...(but makes for a really great story:))
Poor Rachel. Is she greiving the loss of her bike seat?
That being said, I'm tagging you. See my blog for details. Oh, and don't hate me okay?
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