48 Hour Mystery
Brandon noticed the black bike was left out in the front patio area for the second straight day.... kindof a strange place to leave a bike, considering two had been stolen.
"Oh yeah," Mark replied...."I've been trying to get it nicked"...
Turns out, the bike is a piece of shit. It would cost over 65 pounds to get it fixed, and new bikes of the same stature go on sale for 75 pounds tomorrow. In an effort to save the cost of taking it to a dump or a steel mill (or wherever you take crappy bikes), Mark followed the advice of the bike shop owner.
Apparently, when the bike guys are looking to get rid of a piece of merchandise, they leave it in an alley on the way to afternoon tea, and it's gone before they arrive.
So far, no luck on getting it 'nicked'... on the way to The Lion, I moved it out into the street in hopes of attracting young hoodlums, but our trip back found that the bike had only moved 30 feet. The theives of Nottingham are discerning.
the times, they are a-changing.
Long, chilly walks back from the pub provide time for discussion- and, as most buzzed talks this time of year, the topic of re-entry again re-entered the lexicon. Especially while in the midst of a shitstorm of confusion about senior classes (for a quick update, i'm thinking 5 years might be the only way i'll graduate....more on this later?) , I realize how much i'll miss this place and the opportunities it has provided. Travel, life skills, independence, a bustling city atmosphere, a new exposure to a culture, a new point of view in global issues, and a set of 8 close friends.
Two months and counting? Who's counting?
....France in 36 hours.
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note to self:
Don't forget.....
"Should we save our forks or spoons?"
"You've never seen ____________? What's wrong with you?" (silverware clanging)
posted by Kevin @ 8:45 PM
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