Nice sunny warm afternoon, so me and my partner pedalled up to our local swimming spot, left our unremarkable hardtails secured to a fence half a mile short as she’s not keen on cycling along the narrow flagstones. Its high up, quiet, and most folk up there are walkers or mountain bikers.
Got back to the bikes and bloody hell someones nicked my grips nice fat odi grips not bling and I liked them for longer rides. Now, the culprits were clearly mountain bikers (who else carries a multitool around with them) and also clearly one of half a dozen bikers who passed us as we sat by the reservoir, saying Hello on their way. Obviously liked the look of them so just took them. F****** spangle. Might even lurk on here.
Its not the crime of the century, but it left me gobsmacked. I guess I believed naively that mountain bikers were trustworthy decent sorts, not scrotes in baggies.
I feel like a little part of me has died today.