un-fkn-believable...
I jumped on the bike yesterday to ride to work... was a tad late, so was motoring quickly to get into the CBD (coming from the shore, birkenhead)
followed some dude on a pretty quick bike over the bridge, with some other guy on a what looked like a 150 following us...
however - I get to work and park up, turn around to get my rack pack... and it isn't there.
FFS.
at some stage on my way from birkenhead to arriving at work in the city, I've lost my bag off the back of my bike. called the cops, highway patrol etc but haven't heard anything yet
turned around and shot back over the bridge, and retraced my steps, but to no avail...
gutted. had my wet weather pants in there, a dress shirt, cuff links, my $500 sunglasses, kickboxing wraps and other bits and pieces... what a moron. in my haste to get going I didn't fasten the clasps that hold the pack to the rack. only had the bag for a couple of weeks too...
Well the music is your special friend, dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend, until the end
Until the end
Until the end!
The Doors - When The Music's Over
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