Good to see you, Hepcat!
(At least, I think you've been away. I haven't been as active recently as in times past)
He was just making it perfectly clear that he was in a position to make my life more miserable than I could make his. If I require him to do twenty minutes of work, he'll show me he's got all night to prevent me from doing that. My insolence of undermining the authority of a uniformed man by parting him from his coffee for twenty minutes could not go unchallenged.Originally Posted by Husar
I didn't need a police report for insurance, and I wasn't under any illusion (anymore) that the police would make any effort whatsoever to retrieve a bicycle or catch a thief. So what do you do? Waste three days of fighting bureaucracy just to be able to fill in a useless form that will find its way to the bottom of a drawer before you've even left the police station?The bastard wasn't interested in my bike. He was interested in his coffee and his authority.Originally Posted by Vladimir
We do have male and female bikes. Most women just ride male bikes though. My last bike was the same colour as my profile page. Which you American brutes would probably deem 'girlish'. Me, I'd deem it all-pervasing personal style.
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