Ciul I have the bike.
dimmerda ... that feeling at the station and see where there would be no more.
chain has remained intact, the lock, broken, and a tripod (of another bike) used to break the lock.
I are running today, two days later, not so much for the bike itself (it had on the attached, if we're economically priced) but for the sentimental value - it was re-present the eighth grade (Usti had at least 12 years ...), I had done the Mortirolo, I had almost never betrayed ... I liked my bike, my bike was.
my xenophobia toward anyone who has been increased. I say xenophobia because the probability that it was an Algerian or a cmq arabofono as high as the number of extranegretti which in all day to the fingers of the station.
I have a new bike, recovered at a lowest price ... less than a pizza. I buy a padlock that costs more, for the satisfaction of making it impregnable.
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