Saturday, June 26, 2010
So, I ride up to the grocery store and, just before I park Hardiboi and lock him up, I snap a picture of the bike rack:
I go in, jaw with the security guard for a bit (hint: so he KNOWS who that Hardrock belongs to and will keep an eye on it), do my shopping, come back out and ...
More bikes, different bikes ... my gosh! Doesn't look like it'll be too long before the rack is packed. And then ... what's next? Fist fights for the plum parking slots on the end of the rack? Nasty little notes wedged between your cables and your frame telling you how you're taking up more than your fair share of rack space?
This has gotta stop!! Gonna haveta figure out some way of discouraging other riders from taking their bikes on errands!
Posted by BluesCat at 11:21 AM