A couple of years ago somebody sent me this link. And guess what? He was right.
Maybe you’ve read my post about bike number 6. One day I went to the train station by bike, went home by bus and assumed my bike was stolen. Some days later I found out what really had happened. I also told you about bike number 7, which was stolen last week. Well, I went to the grocery store yesterday.. and to my surprise I saw that my bike was there! What a coincidence. The bike was locked. I had my key with me. It fitted. Bike number 7 and I were reunited. So, did somebody steal my bike and left it at the grocery store or did I go to the grocery store by bike and went home by feet? I think we both know the answer to this one. So what do we learn from this my friend? Yep. That I am an idiot. Sometimes.