It just keeps on getting better and better!
When I got back to the Pleasanton station after work and went to my bike I discovered that some idiot had locked his bike to the rack by running his cable lock through the frame of my bike! Even with my locks removed my bike is still locked to the rack!
I cannot believe this. I have decided that there is only one way to solve my bike and BART woes. I'm going to start driving my car to San Francisco.
NOT!
No, what I'm actually going to do is to take my bike on the train the way I used to do. It's just that it's a little bit of a nuisance to hang on to it and it's hard to have it there and use my computer while I'm on the train. I do use the computer some on the train, like I did when I was venting this morning, but not frequently enough to make this sort of nonsense worthwhile!
Well a very kind BART police officer, Dexter, gave me a ride home since Lora and Mike are both up in Danville at choir practice, that's three towns north of here ;-) I'm home and I'm going to have a stiff drink now. Oh, and Dexter is watching my bike, which is doubly secure for now and will call me if and when the moron comes and unlocks it.
I don't recall asking the Lord to teach me patience but He seems intent on me learning it, also teaching me tolerance of police and such by having me encounter good guys.
When I got back to the Pleasanton station after work and went to my bike I discovered that some idiot had locked his bike to the rack by running his cable lock through the frame of my bike! Even with my locks removed my bike is still locked to the rack!
I cannot believe this. I have decided that there is only one way to solve my bike and BART woes. I'm going to start driving my car to San Francisco.
NOT!
No, what I'm actually going to do is to take my bike on the train the way I used to do. It's just that it's a little bit of a nuisance to hang on to it and it's hard to have it there and use my computer while I'm on the train. I do use the computer some on the train, like I did when I was venting this morning, but not frequently enough to make this sort of nonsense worthwhile!
Well a very kind BART police officer, Dexter, gave me a ride home since Lora and Mike are both up in Danville at choir practice, that's three towns north of here ;-) I'm home and I'm going to have a stiff drink now. Oh, and Dexter is watching my bike, which is doubly secure for now and will call me if and when the moron comes and unlocks it.
I don't recall asking the Lord to teach me patience but He seems intent on me learning it, also teaching me tolerance of police and such by having me encounter good guys.
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