Went out for a post-Christmas excesses ride today to blow the cobwebs off.
Stuck the bikes on the car, drove to the trailhead (ok, canal). Dismounted the bikes, got geared up, locked the car and clipped the key into my rucksack (as I always do cos I’m paranoid about locking the keys in the boot), clipped my lid, shut the boot… wait, where’s my bag?
The bag, of course, is still in the boot. With the car key in it. The spare key is at work.
Arse, arse and thrice arse.