29 thoughts on “‘You Have Locked Your Bike To Mine’”
Cian
Siobhan is a better person than I am.
I would have removed my bike, and then used my lock to lock their bike to that pole. Along with a strongly worded letter![1] Telling them to call me when they wanted their bike back!
[1] in my head anyway – in reality I would probably just have meekly walked away.
Anomanomanom
Those locks are very easy to snap. I’d have snapped it and just because of their stupidity I’d deflate the tires.
Partly mark
Kryptonite likes are not easy to snap.
Brother Barnabas
this exact thing happened to me a few weeks ago. was fupping raging. took me around half an hour to get their lock off* and then i (childish, but it brought some satisfaction) used a light cable lock, which i use to stop scrotes stealing my saddle, to lock his bike. just to return the fupp you, like.
*two things i learned: 1) mcquillans on capel street will only very slightly reluctantly lend you an angle grinder to cut a bike lock (no questions asked); and 2) you can twist, whack and ultimately cut through a bicycle lock in the early evening on a busy dublin street and NOBODY will look twice – even the guards pass by with indifference.
cupofteaanyone
And then people wonder why bike theft is so prevalent in the city.
Actually no one wonders that. We all know why.
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
A touch of class. I recognise it when I see it as I am the very same as Siobhán. A gentle soul – one who others look to for calm and guidance.
Or is it whom? MotherFUPPER. FUPP THIS.
Papi
The lost art of handwriting.
Bertie Blenkinsop
Siobhán seems like a lovely person.
Respect.
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
I saw a lady cycling along the canal this morning with a backpack with what looked like a miniature schnauzer poking his head out of the top of it. He was having a great time looking around.
Andyourpointiswhatexactly?
Canal bank. She wasn’t Jesus, like. Or, indeed, Jesus-like.
Nigel
Walking back from a long day at work
Humming along to ol’ Patsy Cline
I stop in grief
And sheer disbelief
You have locked your bike to mine.
I quickly run through seven stages
From shock to anger to denyin’
I finally accept it
My buzz you have wrecked it
You have locked your bike to mine.
I quickly compose a brief note
Well it’s better than standing there cryin’
I regretfully inform you dear reader
That in securing your manky ten-speeder
You have locked you bike to mine.
I was quickly released from my plight
And off down the road I went flying
Thanks to a passing young scrote
With an angle grinder in his coat
That’s for lockiing your bike to mine.
mildred st meadowlark
I hope you publish that one in your book.
Nigel
I used ‘quickly’ twice, though. Ruined! Now I’ll never get Clive James to record it for me.
CoderNerd
Briskly?
Actually, it’s thrice.
Swiftly?
Cian
“I was soon released from my plight”?
CoderNerd
You need to dig out your copy of Soundings :)
Bertie Blenkinsop
I bought a copy of Soundings last week coincidentally enough, had a great old nostalgic wallow in it over the weekend.
CoderNerd
I hope you cleaned up after yourself.
Once achieved relief, put it back on the shelf.
John Moynes, I am not.
Nigel
I originally had ‘shortly’ and now I can’t remember why I changed it. Moynes makes this look easy but it’s not.
nigel, you’re wasted on us… and i do believe you’ve outdone your civil war one. thanks for that!
Papi
Bula bos!!
Janet, I ate my avatar
I like the
I finally accept it
my buzz you have wreaked it
it’s like my mantra today
cupofteaanyone
She should have taken the saddle and swapped back when they called.
I heard before that people will lock the bikes together so they can come back when it is quiet and cut your lock off and take the bike.
Murtles
It takes a special kind of thicko to lock their bike to another bike. I would have fingerprinted the bike and took DNA tracings before setting fire to it. Then I’d religiously do the Lotto twice a week until I won and use my winnings to track down the culprit. From there onwards it’s a simple matter of wiping out every seed, breed and generation of that family and salting the earth after.
Unless there was a pub nearby, then it’s smiley liquids time.
scottser
conversely, in my workplace most of the cycle racks are taken up by dead bikes so locking your bike to another is a bit of a necessary evil. a pain in the hole doesn’t even come close..
Cian
Talk to your facilities manager/landlord/mom (depending on the size of your company) and get the ‘dead ‘bikes removed.
scottser
Have done, they arent allowed to dispose of them and have nowhere to store them. I may yet just bring a bolt cutters in and provide my own solution.
Topsy
Typical cyclists – no regard for other road users or fellow cyclists.
Siobhan is a better person than I am.
I would have removed my bike, and then used my lock to lock their bike to that pole. Along with a strongly worded letter![1] Telling them to call me when they wanted their bike back!
[1] in my head anyway – in reality I would probably just have meekly walked away.
Those locks are very easy to snap. I’d have snapped it and just because of their stupidity I’d deflate the tires.
Kryptonite likes are not easy to snap.
this exact thing happened to me a few weeks ago. was fupping raging. took me around half an hour to get their lock off* and then i (childish, but it brought some satisfaction) used a light cable lock, which i use to stop scrotes stealing my saddle, to lock his bike. just to return the fupp you, like.
*two things i learned: 1) mcquillans on capel street will only very slightly reluctantly lend you an angle grinder to cut a bike lock (no questions asked); and 2) you can twist, whack and ultimately cut through a bicycle lock in the early evening on a busy dublin street and NOBODY will look twice – even the guards pass by with indifference.
And then people wonder why bike theft is so prevalent in the city.
Actually no one wonders that. We all know why.
A touch of class. I recognise it when I see it as I am the very same as Siobhán. A gentle soul – one who others look to for calm and guidance.
Or is it whom? MotherFUPPER. FUPP THIS.
The lost art of handwriting.
Siobhán seems like a lovely person.
Respect.
I saw a lady cycling along the canal this morning with a backpack with what looked like a miniature schnauzer poking his head out of the top of it. He was having a great time looking around.
Canal bank. She wasn’t Jesus, like. Or, indeed, Jesus-like.
Walking back from a long day at work
Humming along to ol’ Patsy Cline
I stop in grief
And sheer disbelief
You have locked your bike to mine.
I quickly run through seven stages
From shock to anger to denyin’
I finally accept it
My buzz you have wrecked it
You have locked your bike to mine.
I quickly compose a brief note
Well it’s better than standing there cryin’
I regretfully inform you dear reader
That in securing your manky ten-speeder
You have locked you bike to mine.
I was quickly released from my plight
And off down the road I went flying
Thanks to a passing young scrote
With an angle grinder in his coat
That’s for lockiing your bike to mine.
I hope you publish that one in your book.
I used ‘quickly’ twice, though. Ruined! Now I’ll never get Clive James to record it for me.
Briskly?
Actually, it’s thrice.
Swiftly?
“I was soon released from my plight”?
You need to dig out your copy of Soundings :)
I bought a copy of Soundings last week coincidentally enough, had a great old nostalgic wallow in it over the weekend.
I hope you cleaned up after yourself.
Once achieved relief, put it back on the shelf.
John Moynes, I am not.
I originally had ‘shortly’ and now I can’t remember why I changed it. Moynes makes this look easy but it’s not.
Any excuse:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brQw15Xz7Go
nigel, you’re wasted on us… and i do believe you’ve outdone your civil war one. thanks for that!
Bula bos!!
I like the
I finally accept it
my buzz you have wreaked it
it’s like my mantra today
She should have taken the saddle and swapped back when they called.
I heard before that people will lock the bikes together so they can come back when it is quiet and cut your lock off and take the bike.
It takes a special kind of thicko to lock their bike to another bike. I would have fingerprinted the bike and took DNA tracings before setting fire to it. Then I’d religiously do the Lotto twice a week until I won and use my winnings to track down the culprit. From there onwards it’s a simple matter of wiping out every seed, breed and generation of that family and salting the earth after.
Unless there was a pub nearby, then it’s smiley liquids time.
conversely, in my workplace most of the cycle racks are taken up by dead bikes so locking your bike to another is a bit of a necessary evil. a pain in the hole doesn’t even come close..
Talk to your facilities manager/landlord/mom (depending on the size of your company) and get the ‘dead ‘bikes removed.
Have done, they arent allowed to dispose of them and have nowhere to store them. I may yet just bring a bolt cutters in and provide my own solution.
Typical cyclists – no regard for other road users or fellow cyclists.