8 April 2002
What a nice day to get out of the office and do a little cycling around the Highlands. I packed a lunch, suited up, consulted the map and took my bicycle out of the garden shed where it had been stored during the winter. Except it wasn't there. Someone had walked off with it. So I got to spend a pleasant afternoon at the police station filing a report.
It wasn't a very good bicycle, but it did haul me (or did I haul it?) from one end of Britain to the other last summer. The only thing I'd like to know is when exactly did the thief discover that neither of the brakes work? I live at the top of a rather steep hill, so I doubt it took him too long.