So I went down to get another bike today rather than payday, on the grounds that I didn't want to have to go a month of pedestrianising and then have to get back in bike-shape again at the end of it. Also I have issues with delayed gratification.
The bloke in Pedal It (18 Newington Causeway, SE1 6DR) was as nice as he was a month ago, gave me a £25 discount, a free back light, and a promise that if I came back tomorrow, I could look through the bucket of discarded mounts and see if I found one that matched my nice front light (which was in my pocket at the time of theft). I mentioned my previous bike (a Decathlon) was a bit heavy, and so he sold me a Ridgeback, which seems to be made of shadow and moonbeams.
He sent me down to Halfords on the Old Kent Road, as he had done the first time for a helmet & reflective gear, only this time it was for a sturdier lock than the one he's previously sold me. It didn't seem such a trek this time, partly because I'm more used to cycling, and partly because hey, light bike. As I went in I heard some guy yell "Hey!", and it was himself again, advising me to get a good lock. It turns out that he was there to pick up his girlfriend, a Halfords employee, who he then plonked on the back of his motorcycle and drove away with. Hrm.
The bloke in Pedal It (18 Newington Causeway, SE1 6DR) was as nice as he was a month ago, gave me a £25 discount, a free back light, and a promise that if I came back tomorrow, I could look through the bucket of discarded mounts and see if I found one that matched my nice front light (which was in my pocket at the time of theft). I mentioned my previous bike (a Decathlon) was a bit heavy, and so he sold me a Ridgeback, which seems to be made of shadow and moonbeams.
He sent me down to Halfords on the Old Kent Road, as he had done the first time for a helmet & reflective gear, only this time it was for a sturdier lock than the one he's previously sold me. It didn't seem such a trek this time, partly because I'm more used to cycling, and partly because hey, light bike. As I went in I heard some guy yell "Hey!", and it was himself again, advising me to get a good lock. It turns out that he was there to pick up his girlfriend, a Halfords employee, who he then plonked on the back of his motorcycle and drove away with. Hrm.